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From an early age, Alucard knew that he was different. The son of an immortal being cursed by an eldritch demon, but also son to a healer as well. Rather than staying hidden in the shadows, he and his family were their own people though it was a lonely life. All other beings, mortal or immortal, knew of him and his lineage.
Kings, queens, leaders, the Church, even other beings with magick in their blood, kept a wide berth to the Tepes family, lest they wanted to face the wrath of the one closest with Death himself. It was a lonely life for Alucard, one stricken with fear and hesitancy wherever he went on his travels.
It was always the same looks on other’s faces, filled with doubt or ready to launch in any attack if he were to ever blatantly show his differences. Traveling appeased his mind for a while, and there were those in his mother’s clinic who were at least cordial to him, but it still felt lonely. A coldness that just seemed to linger around him, repealing away any warm gesture or at least an attempt at one.
He didn’t blame the others who he came across, not his parents, and not himself. It was just how things seemed to be, though it was a harsh reality Adrian did not want to accept completely. It left him wandering, yearning, always searching for more, and it led him to a certain wood.
Little did he know that there was one who was equal in every way and more. Greta, of the Highborn Good People, the eldest and most distinguished bloodline of the Fae. Hailing from the Mavka, and a patroness of the local Danesti village where she and her distant kinsmen resided. The eldest and next in line to the throne, she was the strongest magicks wielder of her people, and she always felt most in her element within the heart of the woods.
One particular afternoon had her mind wandering, leading her to the woods. She was always the strongest in her natural element, more so than the one she called brother, Marius. A particularly chilled evening kept her focused on her meditations for the remainder of the day, eyes slowly drifting as she felt the sleep overtake her. The snow fell gracefully not long after slumber claimed her, a testament to what Great could wield even in her tranquility.
It was not long until Alucard came across her path during his trek in the wood. He didn’t know what it was, call it concern or just the natural pull of fate that was meant to tie them together, but it felt out of body as he curiously made his way over. The closer he got, the more of Greta’s likeness stood out to him: a calm, beautiful woman completely in her element who held all the power and more than she ever realized.
He knelt down beside her, still caught in whatever admiration was budding within him. Greta sensed another here beside her, and her eyes opened to the sight of the blonde-haired man beside her. She didn’t know what force compelled her to him.
Maybe it was the magic her ancestors preached of, or maybe it those from old tales she heard, but she felt drawn to him. For what reasons neither knew just yet, but they had centuries of life and the gift of immortality to find that out on the journey together.