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Finally! AMoS Chapter 3-7
Rating: R for language, and mentions of RAPE and M/M SLASH. Don’t like, then don’t read.
Disclaimer: Castlevania and its characters and situations are the sole property of Konami. I am making no money or profit off of this fanfiction and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: AU. What if Joachim Armster had lived through his fight with Leon Belmont? What might have been different? Well hang on, because Joachim is going to tell you all about it. From his kidnapping and forced turning to his rescue from the ruins of Walter’s castle, and from Trevor's birth and to Richter's death of old age, he tells all - and blames it all on Leon while he's at it.
Section Summary: Part 3 covers the 332 years between Leon's death and Castlevania: Dracula's Curse.
SPOILER WARNING!!! Spoilers for many of the Castlevania games!!
WARNING!! This fic my offend the religious! Read at your own risk!
7.
Hatred
In the early winter of 1453, when Trevor was 3 1/2, Sonia finally gave in to family pressure and married. Her husband, one Lucius Hawthorne, seemed to truly care for Sonia, but it was clear that his feelings did not extend to Trevor. I quietly pulled the man aside and told him that if he ever raised a hand to that child in anything but regular discipline, they would need a rag to mop him up with, and he seemed to take the threat seriously.
By then, Trevor was a shy, quiet child who only seemed to smile or laugh in the presence of his mother or myself. He knew, even at that young age, that he was neither liked nor wanted. He had been to several family gatherings, and he clung to his mother's side to escape the sneers and hateful words that his own flesh and blood threw at him. Mind you, these were the same people that accepted me with no difficulties, but since he was Mathias' grandchild...
By the age of five, Trevor refused point blank to go to anymore family gatherings; just the mere thought reduced him to tears. To spare the child the misery, I offered to keep him at my house during such events, and Sonia and Lucius gladly accepted.
Trevor loved staying with me; my servants treated him like the sweet child that he was, and he got to spend the evenings snuggled on my lap while I regaled him with stories of things that I had seen and people that I had met. It was I who taught him to read and write, and he could often be found curled up in a chair in my small library, with a book on his lap, though he greatly enjoyed in when I or one of my servants read to him.
Adrian had never struck me as especially powerful, but it was clear that Trevor had inherited at least some of that power, and I tried to teach him to use and control that power, but he resisted. He knew why his family hated him. During one visit, Jonathon came over, and when Trevor timidly asked to see the Vampire Killer, we were shocked when the whip responded to him. Not since Leon’s death had the whip done anything to show that it was inhabited by a living soul, and we were shocked still further when Trevor began carrying on a conversation with it, with the other side only audible to him.
After a few minutes, Trevor looked up, saw us staring at him, and the blood drained from his face. He tossed the whip back to Jonathon and fled to the back of the house. I quickly got up and followed him. I found him huddled in a dark corner of the library, shaking in fear, fear of what, I didn’t know.
“Trevor?” I said gently as I knelt down in front of him.
“I’m sorry!” he babbled “I didn’t meant to touch it! Filth like me aren’t allowed to touch the Vampire Killer! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Child, we’re not angry with you.”
He looked up at me, and his face was soaked with tears. “You’re not?”
“No, child. We were just surprised, that’s all. No one since Leon has ever gotten such a reaction from the whip, and we want to know what it said to you.” I held my arms out to him, and he climbed into my embrace and burst into tears. I whispered soothing words to him, and, not for the first time, resisted the urge to go commit violence against those that had treated this innocent child so harshly for something that was beyond his control.
He cried himself to sleep in my arms, so I carried him to bed before I returned to the sitting room. Our questions
would have to wait for another day.
It wasn’t until a month later that I had a chance to ask him. Jonathon and I listened as he haltingly related what Sara had said to him. She had told him that while there would always be those that hated him, one day, most of it would stop. She also told him that he was her next master and that she would work for no one else once Jonathon handed the whip down. We were surprised, and the resulting thoughtful silence had Trevor squirming, until Jonathon looked at me and casually remarked that we had better make sure that Trevor was well trained by then. I agreed, and Trevor’s astonished face sent us both into gales of laughter.
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The summer after Trevor turned seven, he, along with his mother and stepfather, attended a wedding on the Belmont lands. The ceremony had barely gotten started when the bride turned around, spotted Trevor seated in the pews, and demanded that the "monster" be removed from her wedding. Her soon to be husband tried to placate her, but she screeched that she would not marry him as long as that "demon child" was in attendance.
I hated that woman immediately.
All eyes turned to Trevor, many with hateful stares, and an angry muttering rose from the crowd, many speaking things that no child should hear. Finally, as I was getting up to go to Trevor myself, Jonathon stood up.
"Enough!" he roared "That child is still a Belmont and will be treated as such! Anyone that think otherwise will deal with me! Am I understood?"
The room fell silent for a brief moment, and then the bride began whining to her groom.
"Nathaniel, I don't want to get married in the same room as that boy. Let's have it at the church in town. While we're there we can tell the priest about that child and have it dealt with." It was clear what she meant by "dealt with.", and that, more than Jonathon's words, moved the Belmonts to action. Trevor's presence had been kept hidden from the rest of the world, and revealing him could spell disaster for the entire family.
Many stood up and began shouting at the bride, and I saw Trevor run out of the chapel in tears, with his stepfather following close behind. I followed him; I suddenly had a bad feeling.
I found them outside the chapel, with Trevor crying loudly, as his stepfather held onto him by his hair.
"I cannot take you anywhere!" he snarled as he yanked hard on Trevor's hair, which made the child cry out in pain "I don't know why your mother didn't drown you at birth. Maybe I should take care of that now; I don't dare have children of my own with you nearby, you might bleed them dry in their sleep -"
"I wouldn't!" Trevor protested, which resulted in another hard yank on his hair.
"Don't lie to me, boy! I know what dwells in your demonic little heart! I won't have you harming any of my children!"
"What do you think you're doing? Unhand that child now!" I growled, and Lucius let go of Trevor's hair and jumped back in surprise. Trevor ran to me, and I snarled in rage when I saw that his scalp was bleeding from the pulling of his hair. By this time, Lucius had gathered himself.
"I'm simply preparing to rid this earth of that piece of filth." he said, as if was the noblest cause in existence "Why did you stop me?"
"This boy is my godchild, and if I find out that you've ever laid a hand on him, there won't be a hole deep enough for you to hide in from me." My fangs were bared by then, and I think it dawned on him that while Trevor was only 1/4, I was a full vampire, and I was well and truly pissed at him. He paled and backed away even further, and I scooped Trevor up into my arms, and, ignoring the crowd that had poured out of the chapel to watch, flew off towards my home.
A few hours later, with a much calmer Trevor curled up on my lap, Sonia arrived. He looked at her for a moment before he hid his face in my hair.
"Trevor," Sonia said quietly "please look at me." He ignored her and simply tightened his grip on my shirt. Sonia pulled a chair up nearby and sat down.
"Trevor." she said again, and then she paused to take a deep breath "I think it's best that you live here with Uncle Joachim from now on. It's not safe for you to go home anymore."
Trevor made not a sound, but I felt a wave of heartbreak, tinged with resignation, wash over me, and I wondered how long he had been expecting this. I also wondered how long he had faced such hostility from his stepfather and if it was a good idea to kill the man or not. He wiggled off my lap, and walked out of the room without looking at his mother.
"Just go away." he said quietly as he went "Go away like you did all the other times, and don't come back anymore."
Sonia started to cry at his words, and she looked up at me as if she were looking for answers.
I just looked back at her, disgusted at what Trevor had hinted at. “What did you expect?” and then I walked out of the room after my godchild.
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