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Wallachia, unnamed village

“Fuck…”

Alexandria Belmont groaned as she woke up, a stabbing pain in her abdomen nearly causing her to blackout again.

Her dark red hair was mattered with dirt and soot. Craning her neck, her eyes widened.

A dagger was imbedded in her stomach, blood slowly leaking and staining the dirt.

“That whoreson!” she spat, barely managing to rise, every movement sending another jolt of pain through her body.

She fell to one knee again, looking around with hazy eyes. The sound of crackling flames and burning wood filled her ears, and flying smoke was in the air.

“Oh no…” she muttered, falling to both knees. A blood red moon hung in the sky, an ominous warning.

“What the hell?” she wondered, hazy.

“Up, sister.” A familiar voice stated.

Alexandria looked up, seeing a calloused hand outstretched to her.

“Alucard.” She said in relief, gripping the hand firmly. Alucard hauled her up, slinging her arm over his shoulders.

“I thought you died.” He said.

“So did I,” she agreed. “What in Hell’s name happened? All I remember was that it was midday and there was an explosion. Why is it night-time?”

“Dracula cast a spell,” Alucard said grimly. “He’s created an eternal night so his Vampires can roam freely without worrying about burning up.”

“Oh lovely.” Alexandria rolled her eyes.

“We’re two miles from the city where Dracula’s Keep lies, but its been taken over by his armies. Simon is waiting for us there.”

“What’s the plan?”

“We don’t have one. All I can think of is storming the Keep, finding whatever is causing this and kill Dracula.”

“That…might just be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard…but I’m all out of ideas. Let’s do it.” Alexandria said with a frustrated sigh.

“Simon knows more than I do, we’ll ask him.” Alucard assured.

“Holy hell, what happened to her?!” Simon Belmont asked in alarm.

“Someone stabbed her.” Alucard replied.

“Oh lovely.” He groaned, as Alucard put Alexandria on a table gently. Simon grabbed a lantern and approached, leaning over her to inspect her wounds.

“Stomach wound…theoretically, you should be dead.” Simon said, puzzled.

“Then why am I not?” Alexandria asked.

“Not a fucking clue,” he shook his head. “Only thing I can think of is that vial of herbs you took two days ago. They must slow the bleeding down.”

“How long until she bleeds out?” Alucard asked, pushing his long blonde hair behind him.

“Two hours at the most,” Simon replied, looking at her wound. “She’s bleeding slowly, but she has several other wounds, though not as bad.”

“And we need to get to the Keep.” Alucard muttered angrily.

“Yes, but once again, how do we get in?” Alexandria argued.

“Trevor reported here and told me there is a device in the dungeons below the castle, which is creating the eternal night cycle,” Simon explained. “We destroy that, we bring the day back.”

“Didn’t you say the whole city was overrun by Vampires?” Alexandria asked.

“Regretfully yes, and far too many to sneak past ALL of them,” Simon admitted. “We’ll have to fight our way through them.”

“I regret signing up for this shit.” She muttered, slowly climbing up.

“Woah, where do you think you’re going?” Alucard interrupted.

“To go fight, what else would I be doing?”

“You’re in no condition to be going anywhere.” Simon said, glaring.

“He’s right, stay here, we will stop this.” Alucard agreed.

Alexandria opened her mouth to say something, but glares from both men shut her up really quickly.

“All right…fine.” She said.

“Good,” Alucard gave a curt nod. “We’ll handle this.”

The battle was about to begin.

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Wallachia, Romania, Gresit

Alexandria creaked the door open as the looked around. It was pitch black, with only a few lanterns here and there, gently creaking in the wind. The blood moon cast an ominious red glow over the land.

Gripping the sabre by her side, Alexandria slowly stepped out, looking around.

“Well, here goes nothing.” She said, walking forward. As she did, something moved out of the corner of her eye.

As fast as lightning, her sabre escaped the scabbard, leaving to slice a Vampire’s head clean off like a knife through butter.

Before its body had even hit the ground, the Vampire was a pile of dust.

“Well that was fast.” Alexandria mused, sheathing her blade again. With determination, she moved through the dark alleyway.

As she looked up, she paled drastically. There were shapes moving, jumping from roof to roof.

“These are way too fast be Humans’ she thought to herself. ‘Which means only one thing…Vampires.’

“Well, when Simon said it was an infestation, I thought he was exaggerating.” She muttered.

As she reached a corner, another Vampire blitzed out the shadows, pinning her to the wall.

Grunting, she pushed him back, delivering a thunderous left hook that knocked the Vampire back. Before it could recover, Alexandria brandished her sabre and swept downwards, cleaving through flesh and bone to remove its head.

“There’s a Hunter over here!” a guttural voice cried out.

“Oh shit!” Alexandria exclaimed, backing herself up as nearly a dozen Vampires swarmed into the alleyway like rats to cheese.

As she turned to go back, she stopped dead in her tracks. Another dozen Vampires stood there, growling and smirking.

“Well shit.” She sighed, giving her sword a little twirl. Both sides of Vampires rushed at her as Alexandria steeled herself.

Faster than a sprinting gazelle, she charged forward, her sabre instantly cleaving through the ribs of one Vampire.

Wrenching the blade free, she spun, beheading another.

THWAP!

A punch sent her rolling to the floor, her head ringing like church bells going off. Rolling up, Alexandria raised her sabre in time to block the strike of one Vampire.

Throwing an uppercut, she cannoned him backwards before plunging the sword into its throat, dusting it instantly.

Her back to the wall, Alexandria deflected two attacks, her arms growing heavier and more painful.

The Vampires noticed this too, some of them smirking.

“Well, what are you just standing there for?” Alexandria smirked, noticing them grinning.

With roars, the Vampires attacked at the same time, Rolling through their legs, she rolled up, slicing one across the throat before delivering a kick to another’s ribs, sending him flying back.

Alexandria blocked a series of frantic slices, not noticing another Vampire sneaking up behind her.

SLASH!

Alexandria screamed as claws raked open her back. She could feel warm liquid flowing down her back.

She stumbled and fell to one knee. As the Vampire came up behind her, she kicked his knee, sending him down…

And right into her sabre which plunged through his throat and into his brain. He dusted instantly.

Alexandria stumbled back up, barely blocking the wild strikes of nearby Vampires, until she did a reverse cut and sliced ones head clean off.

SLIP!

Claws rammed into her stomach, making her gasp. Alexandria looked down, seeing blood pouring out of the deep open wounds. She snarled.

Spinning again, she plunged the blade into the second Vampire’s chest, dusting him as well.

“By God, how many are there?!” Alexandria panted as she staggered back, burning pain filling her entire body.

Before she could do anything, she felt herself losing control. Her eyes rolled back and she passed out.

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The woman had no idea where she was, save that the sky was grey, gloomy and oddly depressing.

There were no trees, no grass, no sunlight. Rolling hills stretched for miles on end and tall jutting boulders the color of smoke.

Something swung to her right. A huge slithering serpent moved into view. It was colorless, though on closer inspection, she could see a milky slime on its scales.

For a moment only, the woman was shocked into immobility. The head of the serpent was human, though its fangs were as long as knives.

At the last possible moment the woman snapped into action, her sabre cleaving through the thick neck of the snake. The creature vanished in an instant.

More and more strange creatures emerged from the rocks, and the woman felt her skin crawl as she saw these grotesque things.

Some slithered on their bellies; others crawled, their talons pulling them forward. More crept on all fours, their bright yellow eyes staring at her with open hunger.

A scaled beast darted forwards and the woman stepped in to meet it, her sword cleaving through it in an instant. Like the serpent before, this beast vanished too.

She backed away, further and further up a slope. There were dozens of creatures and dozens more were crawling out from hidden places.

She felt no fear, only pain. The ground below her was corpse grey, and thick with dust, which roiled and wrapped around her ankles.

The woman had no recollection of coming to this place, no memory of a life before this. All she knew was that here, on this dark mountain without the sun, moon or any stars, and she was in danger.

The beasts edged closer. She moved back. Soon, she knew, they would attack her at once, and there was no way she could fight all of them.

Their hunger and malevolence engulfed her like a hurricane, brutal, violent and unrelenting.

The woman backed up the mountain ever so slowly, until her back touched a wall of dark, knife-sharp glass.

There was nowhere left to retreat. The beasts formed a half-circle around her, knowing their victory was near.

Then they surged forward.

In that moment, a bright light burst upon the scene, and as the woman hacked and cut with her blade, she felt a presence beside her, guarding her back.

From the edge of her vision she saw a sword of bright light slashing through the gloom.

The beasts fell back and recoiled. The woman’s savior strode after them, then plunged her sword into the dead earth, cutting a long curved line into the dust.

Bright orange fire leapt along the line, rearing high in the air, a golden half-circle of flame, through which the monsters could not pass.

Then the shining warrior turned back towards her. She saw that the warrior was human, a tall woman, wide-shouldered and raven-haired, with friendly blue eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here, young Belmont,” she said. “This is no place for the living.”

Gently she laid her hand on the woman’s chest. All pain vanished instantly.

Weariness swept over the young woman and she sank the ground, dropping her sabre and sitting her back to the dark glass.

“I don’t know how I got to this place,” she said. “Where is this place? And why do you call me Belmont?”

“I call you Belmont because that is your family name” the other woman said, sitting beside her. “As to this accursed land, this is the Land Between, a place of the damned. Your enemies were once bright men and women. Now they wander here, cursed and forlorn.”

“Why did they attack me?”

“You drew them to you, girl. You are alive. Your spirit burns them, reminding them of all that they once were. You must die for their suffering to end.”

She looked into the face of the tall woman. “And what of you? Are you one of them?”

The raven-haired woman smiled. “You called me here, Alexandria. It was I who saved you when you almost fell over the waterfall when you were five years old, and now that your soul was in peril, I sensed it. Do you know who you are?”

“You called me Belmont- and now Alexandria. The names are familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve heard them before.”

“That happens here sometimes,” the raven-haired woman acknowledged. “Sit quietly for a while. Relax. Think of a vast countryside, tall pine trees in the distance, herds of sheep and cattle roaming. Can you picture it?”

“Aye, I can.”

“Then give it a name.”

“Bavaria, Germany,” Alexandria said. It was if sunlight had suddenly penetrated the darkest corners of her mind. “I am Alexandria Belmont. Daughter of Theron Belmont. I was in Wallachia. Then…then…” she let out a groan.

The tall woman placed a hand on Alexandria’s shoulder.

“Aye, and then you tried to kill them.”

“I couldn’t kill all the Vampires.”

“But you tried, girl. You almost gave your life for it. I’m very proud of you.”

“Proud of a failure?” Alexandria gave a mirthless laugh but there was no trace of humor in her voice.

“Yes, proud,” the tall woman replied. “Heroic deeds should never be judged on if they succeeded or failed, but on the heart and courage that inspired them.”

“You are the Goddess of Combat.” Alexandria said in realization as she looked at the woman.

“I am Helen Belmont, your Grandmother.”

“I know of you,” Alexandria told her. “You treated my mother with kindness and love.”

She smiled. “I always wanted to know you, Grandmother.”

Helen clapped her shoulder. “I would like nothing better than to stay and talk with you, Granddaughter, but the flame of hope will not last much longer, and you must make a choice. You can stay, and I will lead your soul to Heaven, or you can try and return to the world of the living.”

“Then that means that I’m not dead?”

“Not yet.”

“How do I go back?”

Helen gestured up at the glass cliff. “You must climb it, Alexandria, to the very top. It will be agonizingly hard. Brutal. The glass will cut away at you, tearing your flesh away. Most people would fail. But you will not fail. Your courage and your fighting spirit will push you onwards, through all the suffering. Do you believe me?”

“I believe you, Grandmother.”

“Then go now, my beautiful young lady,” Helen said, helping Alexandria to her feet. The spirit warrior embraced Alexandria, hugging her tightly.

Then she released her. Alexandria felt a wave of emotion threatening to crash over her. No one, save her mother and younger sister, had ever embraced her. She looked into Helen’s eyes.

“I am glad we met.” She said.

“As am I. Now go! Climb to the top. Save Wallachia and avenge the fallen!”

Leaving her sword where it was, Alexandria reached up for a handhold and gripped it, beginning to climb.

At first it was easy, but then her foot slipped, and sharp class cut through her boot, slicing the skin of her foot.

The pain almost made her lose her grip.

“Fuck.” She hissed, pain throbbing through her foot. Gritting her teeth, she pulled herself up.

At first she suffered only tiny cuts and scraped and each one stung like salt on an open wound.

After a while, her shirt and pants were in tatters, followed by her panties, her boots sliced away.

Deep cuts had been gouged into her boobs and stomach, and she was smearing a trail of dark blood upon the cliff face.

She glanced down. Helen was no longer there, and the flames had disappeared. A huge crowd of beasts had gathered at the foot of the hill, but none dared to follow her up the cliff.

The pain was intense now, blocking any coherent thoughts. She looked up, but could not see the top. Still, she struggled on.

The skin and flesh of her arms had been stripped away, leaving only sinews and muscles, and the paleness of bone. Each foothold brought double the agony, and her mind screamed at her to just let go, to end it all.

‘Give up!’ her mind screamed. ‘Let it go! Stop this!’

Alexandria let out a wail, feeling her courage failing.

“Courage, Granddaughter.” Came the voice of Helen.

And so Alexandria climbed on.

There was no muscle on her fingers, only bones, tendons and some ligaments. Strips of skin were hanging from her body, and her body burned with the most agonizing pain.

Alexandria began to weep. If she climbed any further, there would be nothing left of her.

Again the voice of Helen whispered into her ear. “Alucard, Simon, Maria, they need your help. You must save everyone from the coming War. And whatever happens, never forget who you are!”

Hope flooded her veins, washing over the agony. Alexandria fought her way up ever higher, dragging herself slowly.

At last she pulled her mutilated body over the top of the cliff. She felt a cool breeze upon her face and looked around.

She was standing in a field of grass, the bright sun in the distance.

“Proud of you, girl.” Came the voice of Helen.

And Alexandria awoke.

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Wallachia, a few hours later

Alexandria knelt on the ground, panting slightly. Following her experience in the Land In-Between, she had come back to life, only to find out she was still bleeding.

“Fuck this shit.” She groaned. The Vampires had long since vanished, thinking her dead.

She felt her vision begin to fade to black, and she clenched her fists, her need for vengeance against Dracula outweighing her need to lay down and die.

“I’m going to kill you.” She snarled.

Every part of her injured body wanted to just lie down. But, and she knew it, she was the only thing left standing between Dracula and the rest of the world.

She barely heaved herself back onto her feet, staring out at the dark countryside.

“Trevor…” she slurred slightly, staggering down a dark street. Every muscle burned and ached, feeling like a thousand needles stabbing her all at once.

“Alex, can you hear me?” a familiar voice spoke in her mind.

“Simon?” she frowned. “How are you doing this?”

“Old trick I learned a while ago,” Simon replied. “Where are you currently?”

“I’m still at the old house, why?” she lied smoothly.

“That’s horseshit and we both know it,” Simon groaned. “I know because I’m here. Which means you didn’t listen to anything I said.”

Alexandria gave a tiny smirk. “You know, old friend. When have I ever listened?”

“Regretfully, that is the case.” Simon muttered.

She cocked her head slightly. “What do you need me to do?”

“Who said I needed something from you?” Simon asked, feigning innocence.

She laughed. “Come now, Simon, let’s not play these stupid games much longer. We both know you need me to do something for you.”

“Well, you got me there,” he admitted. “You know where the underground tunnel system in the city is?”

“Yes, why?”

“According to Maria, there are some Vampire priests causing this Blood Moon,” he explained. “If we kill them, we can stop this Blood Moon. Then that means that most Vampires are dead and we only have to deal with Dracula and any other generals of his.”

“You owe me a drink after this,” Alexandria muttered, shaking her head. “I’m on my way.”

“I’ll be in contact with you.” Simon said as the connection was severed.

Alexandria threw her head back and blew. “Well, here goes nothing.”

Alexandria walked into the open plaza, the Blood Moon casting an unearthly and unholy glow on the land.

Buildings were illuminated by the unholy glow of this moon. Alexandria looked left and right, her opal colored eyes scanning the area for any signs of Vampire activity.

There was none.

She took a slow step forward, unsheathing her sabre in case she needed to fight her way through. Which she most likely did need to.

Out of the darkness, a Vampire leapt at her. Quick as a cheetah, a flash of silver came up and cleaved through the Vampire’s neck, dusting it instantly.

“Hmm,” she grunted, placing a hand on her stomach as she felt warm liquid there. “Oh not this again.”

She straightened up and walked forwards, constantly on the lookout for any Vampires.

“Simon, I really could have used exactly WHERE this gods damn underground system is.” She muttered, annoyed.

“Going somewhere?” a soft voice asked.

Alexandria whipped around to see…a woman?

Yes indeed, it was a woman sitting on the stone steps of a tall building. She was wearing a black and purple veil that covered her face entirely so Alexandria couldn’t quite make out what she looked like.

What stunned her was the bright green, almost emerald eyes that pierced the halo of the night.

She shivered slightly, feeling as if these eyes were peering right into her very soul.

“Who are you?” Alexandria gritted her teeth, refusing to be intimidated.

“I have had many names across many lifetimes,” the woman replied in a soothing, gentle voice. “But you may call me the Veiled Lady.”

“Veiled Lady…” Alexandria said slowly. “Are you with Dracula?”

The Veiled Lady let out a laugh that cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter.

“No, I have nothing to do with Dracula or his minions,” she said. “I am far older than he is…and more powerful.”

Alexandria didn’t doubt that. She seemed to be stronger than even the most powerful Vampires. And that was scary.

“What do you want with me?” she asked.

“I am simply here to tell you not to lose your heart,” the Veiled Lady said, standing up. “Remember your origins. Remember those who came before. Remember who you are. Not who they tell you are.”

She sounded sad, almost as if she was in mourning.

“And perhaps you may see that Promised Land at some day. I wish you could. You will find peace where that is. But until that day, you must fight.” The Veiled Lady said.

Alexandria looked down. “What do you mean by-”

But the Veiled Lady was already gone.

“The fuck?” Alexandria frowned, wondering how she vanished so quickly. But the words stuck in her mind, repeating themselves over and over.

“Well fuck this.” She shook her head, marching towards the massive cathedral up ahead.

BANG!

She kicked the doors of the cathedral in, marching forward. Instantly, she was jumped by two Vampires who threw her to the ground.

She lashed her leg out, kicking one in the groin. Grabbing her sabre, she stabbed the second Vampire in the throat, dusting it.

As the first Vampire leapt again, Alexandria delivered a bone-crunching head-butt that snapped its head back.

Without another word, she grabbed the Vampire and snapped its neck. Glaring at the body, she picked up her sabre and marched.

Another Vampire ran out of the shadows, only to get his head chopped off by Alexandria who didn’t even look in its direction.

“Anyone else?” she taunted.

At least two dozen Vampires emerged from an opposite hallway.

“Fuck.” She sighed as they charged at her, one managing to shoulder-barge and knock her to the ground.

Alexandria got up and kicked another to a wall before plunging her weapon into its chest. She turned to block the attack of another Vampire and flipped him down too, before kicking another away in a spin motion.

Doing a flip and landing, she swept a Vampire’s feet from under it and thundered a blow into its face, knocking the Vampire down. She then deflected a strike from another and sliced its throat, dusting it.

“Fucking Vampires.” She grumbled, giving her sword a small twirl.

Another Vampire charged at her but without even looking, Alexandria stabbed it in the throat.

Spinning, she deflected an arrow strike and did a small backflip, landing and rolling to her side as an arrow thundered into the ground right next to her.

“Fuck this.” She spat, jumping up and slamming her boot into the face of a charging Vampire.

She jumped as two more attacked, pinning her to a pillar, trying to bite her. Alexandria grinned, grabbing one Vampire’s tooth, pulling as hard as she could.

SNAP!

The tooth broke under the immense pressure. Faster than the Vampire could react, she stabbed it in the eye with its own broken tooth, dusting it.

She shoved the second Vampire and delivered a kick to its throat, smashing it.

She looked around, breaking into a sprint down a hallway. A Vampire leapt at her and Alexandria ducked, stabbing it through the chest. She slid along the marble floor into a large room. Shelves and shelves of books formed a half-circle around the room. A long chandelier hung from the ceiling, with a single Vampire sitting on it.

“Goddamn it, they don’t learn, do they?”

As the Vampire leapt towards her, she swung her sword upwards, cleaving through flesh and bone to dust it.

“Tired of this shit!” she grumbled, picking up the sabre and marching through the dark hallway into the main part of the cathedral.

There were rose-colored windows ahead, taller than everything else in the room. A single lone alter stood at the stop of the stone steps.

Standing by an alter was a lone woman. She had long silver hair and was wearing red robes.

“Ah, Alexandria, you are here.” She said in a silky smooth voice. “Do you know who I am?”

“I do,” Alexandria snarled. “You are Carmilla, one of the four Queens of Styria.”

“Indeed I am, little girl,” Carmilla gave her a predatory smirk, like a lion stalking its prey. “And I know who you are.”

“I am Alexandria Belmont. Daughter of Theron Belmont. Granddaughter of Helen Belmont. And I’m going to kill you.”

Carmilla let out a loud laugh that sent shivers down Alexandria’s spine.

“Oh darling, is that what they told you?” she asked in a tone that was a mixture of pity and mockery. “You don’t even know your own ancestry.”

“What ancestry?” Alexandria fumed. “I already told you who I am.”

“They lied to you, sweetheart,” Carmilla said. “You aren’t a Belmont. Hells, you aren’t even Human!”

“What?!” Alexandria’s eyes widened as she took a step back.

Carmilla locked eyes with her, and that made Alexandria narrow her own.

“What are you talking about?” Alexandria demanded, standing her ground as her grip on her sabre tightened, her knuckles turning white as a sheet.

Carmilla chuckled before her face turned deathly serious.

“You are my daughter.”

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Wallachia, Romania, Gresit

GASP!

Alexandria gasped as she felt herself beginning to bleed from the knife slashing into her body.

“What…what are you doing to me?” she panted.

Carmilla stared at her without emotion. “I am unlocking your Vamperic abilities. They have been suppressed for years.”

They were in a dark dungeon that Alexandria could only assume was underneath the Cathedral.

Dark fire lit the room, casting dancing shadows along the stone walls. Cobwebs spanned the walls and Alexandria figured this place hadn’t been used in years.

“For the last time, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” Alexandria surged, pulling at the chains that bound her to the wall. They budged, but did not break.

“Yes! Yes you do!” Carmilla snapped, getting in her face. “I will make you remember. You will be my ultimate weapon against Dracula.”

“Dracula?” Alexandria frowned. “I thought you two were allies?”

Carmilla snorted. “That old fool doesn’t care about the future of Vampirekind. He’s too obsessed with his ‘love’.”

She spat the word ‘love’ like it was a bitter poison in her mouth.

“And how exactly do you think I’m going to stop Dracula?” Alexandria rolled her eyes.

Carmilla smirked now, turning to face the younger woman. “You see, Daughter, you are my offspring. I did many spells to ensure that you are strong enough to kill that old bastard.”

“There’s just one problem,” Alexandria smiled thinly. “What makes you think I would even help you? I want to kill Dracula, yes, but I’m not helping you at all.”

“You will soon change your mind. Once you remember who you once were.”

“How are you planning on doing that?” Alexandria mocked. “You’re gonna bore into remembering?”

Carmilla’s smile was unnerving, like a predator in the dark jungle. “No, Daughter. Not that.”

Elsewhere

“Damn it!” Alucard punched a wall, denting it. “What do you mean you lost contact with Alexandria?”

“Exactly that,” Simon replied. “I sensed she went into the Cathedral but once that happened, it was as if the connection was severed.”

“What do we do?” Maria asked, leaning against a wall. “She might be dead.”

“Or turned.” Simon agreed with a grimace.

“Regardless,” Alucard spoke up. “We have one chance to destroy Dracula for good. I’m not missing that opportunity.”

He looked at Simon square in the eyes and said. “Call everyone.”

Alexandria screamed as a dagger cut into her flesh, just below her collarbone. Blood poured profusely from the open wound, dripping onto the ground.

“Hmm, not bad.” The Jailer said, smiling slightly. His long dark hair flowed down to his shoulders and he chuckled, wiping the blood off his sleeve. His eyes held a cold, calculating malevolence to them, and he grinned. He was enjoying this and that made Alexandria shiver.

!

“Perhaps it’s time we called…Death.”

“If you’re going to kill me, get on with it.” Alexandria slurred.

“Oh no, no. You’re not dying yet,” The Jailer chuckled. “Lady Carmilla said to break you, not kill you.”

Alexandria hawked and spat blood directly into The Jailer’s face. Instead of reacting, he calmly wiped it from his cheek.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He replied in a deathly serious voice. Faster than she could react, he backhanded her.

Blood flew from her mouth to splatter onto the wall next to her.

She slumped forward slightly, only for The Jailer to grip her by the face, levelling her with a glare.

“The more you resist, the more painful this becomes.” He snarled.

She returned his glare with one of her own. “When I get out of these chains, I am going to tear your fucking throat out.”

“If, Alex. If you get out of here.” He taunted, letting her face drop.

She slumped forward, the blood loss making her dizzy.

“Death will be here soon enough. And after that…well…it’s not going to go well for you.”

The Jailer chuckled as he walked towards the end of the cell and slammed the door closed, leaving Alexandria in total blackness.

“Oh God!” she began weeping, the pain too intense for her to handle.

But the dark dungeon just drowned her cries.

BANG!

The dungeon door opened and bright orange light flooded the dungeon, making Alexandria wince in pain as she was blinded.

“Oh, you’re still alive.” The rusty voice of The Jailer said, sounding pleasantly surprised.

“I told you not to kill her before I got here.” An unfamiliar voice said, annoyed. Alexandria groaned and raised her head to look at the newcomer.

“Death!” The Jailer scrambled to his feet, looking horrified.

Alexandria’s jaw dropped. It was a skeleton, pure bones. A hood covered its head and it carried a scythe in its hand.

The Grim Reaper locked eyes with Alexandria and she recoiled, seeing nothing but death itself and decay in its dead eyes.

“Elizabeth, Daughter of Carmilla.” Death greeted smoothly.

“That’s not my name,” Alexandria gritted her teeth. “My name is Alexandria Belmont. Daughter of Theron Belmont. Granddaughter of Helen Belmont.”

Death let out a laugh and the sound sent a chill down The Jailer’s spine.

“You will be my weapon,” he said. “You and Dracula.”

“For what?” she snapped.

“To stave off the End,” Death said simply. “He is coming. And when He comes, no one will stop him. Not even us. I may be Death, but He will keep souls for themselves and destroy everything.”

Alexandria had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but the way he was talking…it sounded as if he was scared of something.

Who or what could make even Death himself scared? She really didn’t want to find out.

“However,” Death spoke up, drawing her attention. “In order to do this, you need to unlock your full potential.”

“I’m not helping you, I’ll stop this ‘Him’ on my own.” She snarled.

Death gave an amused chuckle. “You cannot stop the End.”

He turned to The Jailer. “Do what you will with her. Break her.”

The Jailer gave a sadistic grin and turned to Alexandria who met his gaze defiantly. She would not break. No matter what.

“Oh, girl, we are going to have so much fun.” The Jailer said, giving her a malicious smirk.

Alexandria responded with a glare that promised nothing but pain and bloodshed.

Alexandria panted as she fell to her knees. The Jailer hovered over her, writing something in a book with a quill.

“180 seconds,” he counted. “Quite impressive. Most of my prisoners don’t normally last this long.”

“Go…fuck…yourself.” Alexandria said, struggling to regain breath. It felt as if her entire throat was burning.

“Maybe,” The Jailer shrugged. “But this is my turn today.”

“You can punish me with as much physical pain as you want, I can take it. I can do this all day.” She reaffirmed.

The Jailer chuckled. “Sweetheart…who said I was only using physical punishment? No, no, no, we’re going to do this the old-fashioned way.”

He suddenly knelt, leaning in Alexandria’s face. “Tell me, Elizabeth, why do you betray your family?”

“First, my name is Alexandria,” she glared. “And two, I never betrayed anyone.”

“Really?” The Jailer asked in a mocking tone. “Alucard, Simon, Maria, you believe them to be your family, but we all know that is a lie. We are your real family.”

“We?” Alexandria mocked him now. “Who’s we?”

“Your mother,” The Jailer said simply. “Me.”

She scoffed. “Like you are my family.”

“Who do you think sired you?”

Now it was Alexandria’s turn to stare in horror.

“What?!”

“I am your true father, Elizabeth. Your mother and I made love and I sired you that night.”

“First off, that’s disgusting,” she spat. “And second, how do Vampires have children?”

“That was Death’s idea actually,” The Jailer chuckled. “He needed someone special to be born, and I liked your mother.”

“Please shut up,” she groaned. “I’m tired of hearing this shit.”

“Oh don’t worry; your mother will be here soon enough. You will join us, whether you wish to or not.” The Jailer shrugged.

He stood up and turned to walk out, letting Alexandria’s head drop to the ground. Her entire body ached now, every muscle burning, every part of her body throbbing with pain.

Tears dripped from her eyes. Would she ever get out of this?

The clack of heels drew Alexandria’s attention. Groggily, she looked up to see her biological mother, Carmilla, looking at her.

“Elizabeth,” she began. “You can end this. Help us kill Dracula. You and I can rule this planet full of miserable wretches together. Like we were meant to be.”

“I can’t,” Alexandria shook her head. “I will never betray my family.”

“Listen here, you brat!” Carmilla gripped her face, her eyes blazing with fury. “Don’t you understand…your family never cared for you. They have let you to rot.”

“You’re lying.” Alexandria said stubbornly.

“Am I?” Carmilla countered. “Think about it logically. Why did Alucard and Simon send you here alone, instead of bringing an army of Hunters?”

Alexandria frowned. Why did they? Wait- no that was impossible.

“They trusted me to get the job done.” She replied.

“Did they? Is it any wonder why they just let you go? They were hoping you would die, so they would finally be rid of your ignorant, fucking arse.” Carmilla spat the last words.

Alexandria’s eyes widened.

“You see it now, don’t you?” Carmilla smiled. “The other Hunters hated you. Why do you think they always played away from you? Because at the end, they never loved or cared for you.”

“No…” Alexandria trailed off.

“Ah, you are starting to see,” Carmilla grinned. “They always hated because deep down they knew you were a Vampire, their greatest enemy. They always despised you.”

“I refuse to believe that,” Alexandria said, looking down. “I know you are only saying this to manipulate me into helping you take over. But here’s the thing ‘Mother’. Nothing you ever do will convince me to help you.”

Carmilla sighed. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” Alexandria glared at her hatefully.

Carmilla flicked her wrist and gold colored mist emerged, covering Alexandria’s face and making her cough. It tasted like sawdust, and that was not something she wanted to ever taste.

Her vision swam briefly, and when it faded, she stared, dumbfounded. She knew this place, this was her childhood home.

“Hey guys!” young Alexandria waved to a group of other children. “Can I join you?”

The children traded looks.

“No! Go away, you Vamperic whore!” a teenage boy shouted.

“Why? What did I do?” Alexandria shouted back, tears in her eyes.

“Because you are the enemy, bitch!” he walked up to her and slapped her, her cheek stinging. “Do you hear me? We should have killed you!”

“I don’t remember this.” Alexandria frowned.

“Because you have suppressed this. I unlocked your memory.” Carmilla said with a surprising softness.

The vision shifted again.

“I hate that girl, Alexandria,” a blonde girl said, now sitting in a tavern. “I can’t believe the Belmont’s would allow a Vampire to be with them.”

“I agree. We should kill her.” Another girl, red-haired agreed.

“Fuck that monster” a boy spat.

“They…they hated me.” Alexandria said, tears spilling freely from her eyes and staining the ground.

“Of course they did. You know my powers. I can cast no illusions even if I tried,” Carmilla said with no remorse present. “Question is, Alexandria, what are you going to do?”

“My name…is not Alexandria,” the younger woman spat. “It is Elizabeth. If they want to hate me and call me a monster…well I will show them a real monster.”

Carmilla gave an almost invisible smile. “Very well…Daughter. We will show them. We’ll show them together. Your parents were visited by a mysterious woman whose power was so great, she managed to suppress any and all Vamperic traits, leaving you as ordinary as anyone else. But now you can return to your true self.”

Alexandria let out a guttural scream as the crunch of bones and ripping of flesh resounded across the small cell.

She opened her mouth as fangs burst from the flesh of her mouth, protruding outwards, while her eyes turned red.

Chapter Text

Wallachia, Gestril

Carmilla walked down a hallway briskly, Elizabeth by her side.

“Come, Daughter, we have much to do before we march on Dracula’s castle.” She said.

“What do we need to do?” Elizabeth, formerly known as Alexandria Belmont asked, blood dripping from her fangs.

“We need weapons of war capable of killing Dracula.” Carmilla replied.

“Indeed. We’ll kill him. Together, Mother.” Elizabeth smirked.

Alucard walked down a dark alleyway, sabre in hand.

“I’m coming, Alex. Just wait.” He silently vowed.

He looked up and smirked, seeing Simon hop from roof to roof.

“Go, Simon, get to her. I will fight Dracula myself.”

Dracula was sitting on his throne, silently brooding. There was a swirl of darkness in the centre of the throne room and Death walked out of it.

“Death, what brings you here?” Dracula asked.

“I resurrected you, Vlad,” Death began, making him growl at his real name. “Now I need you to return the favour.”

“What do you need?” Dracula demanded, standing up.

“Carmilla is coming with her sisters and her daughter to kill you.” Death said bluntly.

“Excuse me?!”

“You must keep her daughter, Elizabeth alive,” Death continued. “You are free to do whatever you wish to the others.”

“Since when does Carmilla have a daughter?” Dracula asked. “And why should I do that?”

“I am the reason that she exists. She is an important part in my grand plan. As are you. So you both must remain alive.”

“You better tell me this plan,” Dracula growled. “I do not enjoy being a pawn in someone else’s game where I know neither the players or the game itself.”

Death raised a hand. “Peace, Vlad. You will know in time. For now it is imperative that Elizabeth remain alive. You are free to kill Carmilla and her sisters, for they shall serve no purpose in my plans.”

“And if I refuse?” Dracula narrowed his eyes.

Death had no eyes or muscles but the look he sent Dracula made the Vampire King take a slight step back.

“Do not test my patience, Vampire, or did you forget who resurrected you to begin with?”

Dracula bowed his head. “I apologize. I will do as you say. Elizabeth shall live. The rest…will perish at my hand.”

Two hours later

Carmilla and Elizabeth walked side by side down the front steps of Carmilla’s castle, seeing legions of Vampire soldiers waiting, almost two thousand in strength.

“Quite impressive, aren’t they?” Carmilla asked.

“Will this be enough to kill Dracula?” Elizabeth asked.

“These will be needed to stop his army. You and I will kill Dracula.” Carmilla corrected.

Elizabeth turned to her mother. “Will we be able to do that?”

“You are the strongest Vampire born in centuries. You will be more than powerful to kill him.”

“I hope you’re right…for both our sakes.”

Carmilla simply smirked and turned to the army. “Today, we dethrone Dracula and rid this world of the filth that is Mankind. To war!”

The soldiers began chanting. “To War! To War! To War!”

Carmilla smiled. All was going to plan.

“The fuck? Simon, do you even know where you are going?” Alucard snapped.

“I will, when you shut up!” he snapped back.

“Boys, calm down.” Sypha Belnades said.

She was a beautiful, red-haired woman wearing a blue cloak over her skirt. In her hand was a bronze spear, the tip glowing slightly.

“I’m honestly surprised you agreed to help us.” Alucard said. “Last time I recall, you and Alexandria parted ways badly.”

“We did,” Sypha admitted. “But at the end of the day, I still love her. And you do not abandon those you love. Even when they do.”

“Wise words.” Simon said softly.

Alucard looked down before frowning. “Where’s Trevor?”

“He went with the Veiled Lady, she said he needed to do something very important for this fight.” Sypha explained.

“Well shit,” Alucard sighed. “Looks like we’re on our own.”

“And all of the other Hunters died.” Simon added.

“Thanks for reminding us.”

“Oh you welcome.”

Two guards were posted outside of Dracula’s castle, watching the horizon.

“Do you feel as if something is coming?” the first guard spoke, breaking the thick silence.

“Nope, why?” the second asked.

“Nothing, just feeling off, that’s all.”

As if his words were a hidden prayer that was answered, the mists ahead parted and two thousand Vampires emerged, charging ahead.

“The fuck?!”

“Sound the alarm!” the second guard shouted. The first ran back towards the gates, while the second readied his spear.

The ground burst open and Blue Fangs emerged. He was a powerful Demon that resembled a dog, his breath glowing blue, and there were massive spikes emerging from his back.

“Time to feast!” he grinned, leaping at the terrified guard. Within seconds, the sound of ripping flesh and crunching of bones penetrated the air as the guard died.

The Vampires surged while some flying Demons were in the air, flying towards the castle.

Vampires loyal to Dracula emerged out the castle gates, charging to meet the invading army.

Carmilla and Elizabeth were no where to be found.

Alucard, Simon and Sypha were walking down a hallway when the wall burst open and several skeletons emerged.

“Oh fuck!” Sypha exclaimed, using her spear to slice one down.

“Where did these arseholes come from?” Simon asked, ducking under a sword swing and using a magic-infused punch to destroy it.

Alucard looked both bored and slightly amused as he effortlessly dodged the strikes and massacred the skeletons like they were made of candy.

“There’s a whole battle outside. It looks like…Carmilla’s army!” Sypha’s eyes widened as she peered outside the hole where the wall used to be.

“Looks like everyone’s faviroute Vampire has gotten cold feet.” Alucard smirked.

“Forget that…where’s Alex?” Simon asked.

“I’ll check the dungeon area,” Sypha said. “Maybe she’s there.”

“I don’t think so,” Alucard shook his head. “I checked the Cathedral, and she wasn’t there. So I don’t think she’s here.”

Simon felt his heart drop. “Now what?”

Alucard looked up. “We fight. It’s all we can do at this point.”

Sypha and Simon both looked at him with determination.

“Let’s do it. For Alex!” Sypha said firmly.

Dracula sat on his throne, waiting. He knew that Carmilla would never lead the army, but she would be here.

“I always knew this day would come.” He mused.

“Then you should have been better prepared.”

He looked up to see Carmilla and Elizabeth walk towards him, the latter’s eyes emotionless.

“I told you, Carmilla. I had a plan.” Dracula spoke, standing up.

“You care too much about these mud people,” she dismissed him. “You want to create terror amongst Men. I wish to kill them.”

“You do not understand how to rule,” Dracula growled. “And in your arrogance, you forget your place.”

She smiled thinly. “No, you have.”

She turned to Elizabeth. “Kill him.”

Wordlessly, Elizabeth drew her sabre and marched towards Dracula who calmly watched her.

Wildly, she began swinging the sword as he effortlessly blocked or parried.

“You might be skilled, girl, but you are uncoordinated.” He chuckled, delivering a strong kick to her chest.

Elizabeth went flying and landed on the ground, rolling up to her feet. Growling, she surged towards Dracula who now went on the offensive.

She blocked a series of strikes before thrusting towards his throat with the intention to kill.

Just before the blade could reach his throat, Dracula parried the strike and spun, elbowing her in the nose.

CRACK!

Blood began gushing from the now broken nose as Elizabeth staggered back. She placed a hand to her nose, feeling the strange sensation of warm liquid spreading across her palm.

Alucard, Simon and Sypha were now in battle with some more Night creatures. Alucard sliced one with his sword before spinning and kicking a skeleton square in the ribs.

The bones shattered and the skeleton flew and hit a wall, dropping like a sack of potatoes.

Sypha spun her spear and impaled a flying Demon in the throat, killing it instantly. With a grunt, she hurled the corpse away.

Simon now wielded a pair of glowing, enchanted chains, spinning and slicing anything that even came close to him.

Many of the Night Creatures covered their eyes from the glow, which gave Alucard and Sypha all the opportunity they needed to slaughter them.

“Haven’t had this much fun in years.” Simon smirked.

“You’re telling me this, I know what you mean.” Sypha agreed.

Dracula and Elizabeth were still locked in their intense battle, though Elizabeth was growing slightly weaker, as she hadn’t yet used her Vamperic abilities.

Desperate now, she lunged forward, trying to bite Dracula but he caught her by the throat.

“Nice try.” He smirked as she thrashed in the air.

He violently slammed her into the ground, creating a dent as she coughed.

Carmilla watched, a mixture of amusement and disappointment in her features.

“You are useless, Daughter.” Carmilla said.

Elizabeth lay there, groaning in pain. Her vision swam as a familiar voice spoke in her mind.

“Trevor?” she groaned.

“Hey there, Alex,” his voice sounded playful. “How are you doing?”

“My name isn’t Alex, it’s Elizabeth.” She corrected.

“You sure?” Trevor asked, not in a judgemental tone but a curious one. “You’ve just forgotten who you once were.”

“What? I’m Elizabeth, Daughter of Carmilla.” She said stubbornly.

“You really believe that Carmilla cares for you?” Trevor asked. “She only uses you as a weapon to kill Dracula, she never cared about you.”

“And you do?” Elizabeth asked accusingly. “I remember everything. How you and everyone else used to mock and abuse me as a child.”

“Is that what she told you?” Trevor asked, sadness in his voice. “You should remember. How we love you. Me, Alucard, Simon, Maria, hells, even Sypher loves you.”

“Sypha?!” Elizabeth burst into laughter. “That bitch never cared for me, why would she? I was just the enemy all along.”

“I will leave you with a choice, Alex,” Trevor’s voice began fading. “You can choose to follow Carmilla, or you can stay with those who truly love you. The choice is yours.”

Trevor’s voice faded, leaving Elizabeth conflicted.

Alucard, Simon and Sypha burst into the throne room.

“Hey Vlad, you miss me?” Alucard smirked.

Dracula scowled. Elizabeth turned and watched them, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Go fight Dracula, we’ll handle the others.” Sypha said, gesturing to Carmilla and the other soldiers.

“Leave him to me.” Alucard nodded, charging towards Dracula. Simon and Sypha began engaging the other soldiers in battle, using their weapons and fists to take them down.

Alucard ducked under a sword swing and continued running towards Dracula.

Elizabeth watched, conflicted. A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered what Trevor said.

“Sypha?” she whispered, shocked that the woman she thought hated her was willing to come fight.

In that instant, it seemed as if time was frozen. A voice that she recognized as the Veiled Lady spoke, sounding everywhere at once.

“Alexandria, you know what you must do,” the Veiled Lady spoke. “When The Almighty shall come with a shout of acclimation…and take us home.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Elizabeth grunted.

“You know. Kill Dracula,” the Veiled Lady said. “Then, find Ah Sahm, in the land of America, in San Francisco.”

“America? Never heard of it.”

“Because it won’t exist for another 321 years,” the Veiled Lady responded. “And Ah Sahm won’t exist for another 423 years.”

“This makes no sense whatsoever.” Elizabeth said.

“Trevor will explain it. For now…be the hero you always dreamt of being.”

The Veiled Lady’s voice faded, leaving Elizabeth alone. She looked up, smiling.

Giving her sabre a few flips, she hurled it towards Carmilla who caught it right before it could strike her in the chest.

She stared at Elizabeth in shock. “You betrayed me, Elizabeth?”

All combat ceased as everyone turned to Elizabeth.

“No. I betrayed them,” she replied, pointing at Alucard, Simon and Sypha. “And my name, you bitch…is Alexandria.”

With that, Alexandria, formerly known as Elizabeth charged towards Carmilla, shoving soldiers out the way. She hurled a punch that Carmilla avoided.

Growling, Alexandria threw a series of wild haymakers that Carmilla easily avoided. She began speeding up her punches as Carmilla dodged left and right.

Her blows began speeding up and growing tighter. Carmilla looked bored as Alexandria grunted, continuing to attack.

Carmilla raised her arm to block, but Alexandria caught it and delivered a thundering right hook that caused the older Vampire to stagger back. A large cut had formed on her cheek.

Carmilla placed a finger and withdrew it, her eyes widening. “You…you actually hit me?!”

“Hurts, doesn’t it.” Alexandria taunted, smirking.

Carmilla snarled as her eyes began glowing red. Alexandria dived towards the ground, grabbing the sabre and thrusting upwards, into Carmilla’s throat.

“That was for my parents, you bitch!” she snarled, watching as she turned to dust.

Alexandria let the dust crumble to the ground, feeling a great weight lifted.

SLAM!

She looked up to see Simon slamming two Night Creatures into the wall, while Sypha stabbed three at the same time with her spear.

“Need help?” Alexandria called out. To her surprise, Sypha just grinned.

“Nah, go kill Drac. It’s good to see you again.” She said with honesty, suprising Alexandria.

Smiling, she turned to charge down the passageway where Alucard and Dracula were fighting.

Alucard slammed his palms on the other side of Dracula’s ears, causing him to growl in pain.

“I’ve had enough!” Dracula snapped. He kicked Alucard in the chest, making him stagger back.

As he was about to strike, Alexandria slid across the ground and caught his foot. Grabbing his leg, she delivered a few punches with her right arm.

Dracula recovered quickly and kicked her, causing her to stumble back, though Alucard caught her in time.

“You okay?” he whispered in her ear.

“I think he broke my ribs.” She chuckled.

Together, the two charged at Dracula, Alucard landing the main punches while Alexandria ducked under, striking him in the ribs.

The two continued attacking until Dracula back-handed Alexandria, sending her flying into a wall.

Dracula grabbed Alucard by the back of the head and slammed his head on his knee, dazing him as he fell down.

Alucard crawled towards his fallen sword and grabbed it just as Dracula grabbed him and lifted him up.

Taking the opportunity, Alucard plunged the sword into his shoulder, making him let go. Dracula raised his hand and summoned his sword to his hand as Dracula spat out blood and got back up.

He snarled as he battled both Alexandria and Alucard with all of his strength. There years of combat experience helped balance the fight.

Alucard then ducked twice to avoid two strikes and blocked the third one before punching Dracula, who simply smirked.

He then punched him again and blocked a strike and another before punching Dracula’s chest and face again. He then gave Dracula two brutal uppercuts, making him spit out blood.

Alucard then smacked him with the back of his hand, sending him back and tried to punch again but he backed to avoid before being hit by the back of Alucard’s hand again.

Alucard tried to punch again but Dracula grabbed his hand. Alucard tried to punch with his other hand but Dracula grabbed that too and lowered them, not letting go, before he head-butted Alucard hard, staggering him back and making him fall down.

Alexandria managed to get up this time and grabbed Dracula with her leg, slamming his face onto the ground.

Dracula kicked Alexandria hard, sending her crashing into Alucard. Alexandria got up first and attacked, trying to get on Dracula’s other side. Dracula avoided and elbowed Alexandria, sending her down once more.

“He has come!” a voice cried out.

All combat ceased as everyone stared in amazement as the blood red skies faded. The first rays of sunshine pierced the clouds like a sword through flesh.

“No!” Dracula whispered in horror.

Elsewhere, Death stared in horror as well.

“No! This cannot be happening! This should be impossible!”

Alucard gripped Dracula from behind, restraining his arms.

The sunshine pierced the palace. Vampires screamed as they began burning up from the light, turning to dust.

“I cannot die!” Dracula roared. Alexandria staggered up and grabbed Dracula, holding him as the sunshine rays came closer.

She gritted her teeth as the sunshine finally reached Dracula.

“ARGHHH!”

He roared in pain as his body began burning up. Within moments, all that was left of the Vampire King was a pile of dust on the ground.

Alexandria collapsed on the ground as the doors burst open. Trevor Belmont walked forward, a smirk on his face.

“Well, sorry I’m late.” He called out.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” Simon asked.

“Got held up. Long story.”

Alexandria felt herself drift into unconsciousness.

“Proud of you, Granddaughter.” Came the voice of Helen Belmont in her mind.

Chapter Text

Wallachia, Romania

Alexandria’s eyes fluttered open, squinting as bright light flooded her vision.

“You’re awake!”

She craned her head to see Sypha sitting in a wooden rocking chair, reading a book. She stood up, her eyes widened in joy.

Alexandria’s eyes bulged as Sypha grabbed and pulled her into a bone-crunching hug.

“I’m so sorry for what I said to you when we parted ways,” Sypha said, pulling back. Tears glistened in her eyes. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Alexandria placed her hand on Sypha’s shoulder. “I already have.”

The two embraced once more, reunited again.

The door to the room opened and Alucard strode in, a huge grin on his face.

“If it isn’t my favourite sister.” He smirked.

“Brother!” Alexandria smiled wildly. He walked forwards and wrapped her in a hug. While they not have been blood related, the recent day had all but confirmed that they were siblings.

“How long have I been out for?” she asked.

“Three days,” Sypha explained. “You took quite a beating.”

“What happened afterwards?”

“Almost every Vampire in the region was killed when the sun came back,” Alucard explained. “A few were underground at the time, but almost eighty percent of the Vampire population in Wallachia is gone. Including Dracula and Carmilla, thankfully.”

Alexandria let out a sigh of relief. “Well as long as they are all gone.”

“Are you okay?” Alucard asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m good. In fact, never felt better.” Alexandria grinned.

The door opened again and this time, Simon walked in, a smirk on his face.

“So wonder girl is alive. Glad to see you’re awake after all.” Simon smiled.

“It’s good to see you,” Alexandria smiled. She frowned. “Where’s Trevor?”

The other three traded looks.

“He says he’s waiting for you, by the tombs in the west,” Alucard explained. “Says you have a choice to make.”

Alexandria frowned. “Did he say what he wanted to talk to me about?”

“No,” Sypha shook her head. “Only that you must make a choice.”

Alexandria threw her head back and puffed her cheeks before blowing.

“I’ll be there.”

Elsewhere

Death floated through the Abyss, still mad about the battle. How could they have lost?! The plan was perfect. But no, Trevor Belmont had to come in at the last second and ruin it all.

“Going somewhere?”

Death spun around to see the Veiled Lady standing there, her arms folded across her chest.

“You! Who are you?!” Death demanded, brandishing his scythe.

“I have had many names over many lifetimes. But you may call me the Veiled Lady.”

“What do you want?”

“Your death.” The Veiled Lady said in a deathly serious tone, staring at Death that made even him slightly unnerved. His eyes would have widened, if he had any.

“It was you!” he realized. “You gave Trevor Belmont the means to bring the day back.”

“Indeed it was.” She shrugged.

“Why? If you are as powerful as you appear, then you know why I did what I did,” Death ranted. “The God-Emperor will come to this world!”

“Indeed he will,” the Veiled Lady agreed. “He will not come next year, or in ten, or a hundred or maybe even a thousand years from now, but eventually he will come, and his arrival will be like an avalanche. Few can stop him.”

“Dracula and Elizabeth were the key.” Death protested.

“Indeed, Alexandria is one of the keys,” the Veiled Lady nodded. “Unfortunately for you, you don’t know how to mind your own business.”

“What I did was necessary,” Death defended. “I only seek to protect this world.”

“But you went about it the wrong way,” she countered. “You manipulated them all for your own gain. You may have had somewhat good intentions, but your recent actions have caused the destruction of almost two cities and the deaths of many people.”

She levelled him with a glare. “You are no better than the God-Emperor you claim to be trying to stop.”

“I don’t care!” Death said passionately. “If they died, they were weak and would have been an eventual hindrance. By acting now, I have culled that world, so that only the strongest survived.”

The whole Abyss shook.

“You motherfucker!” the Veiled Lady snarled, actually angry. “You draw trouble to you like a moth to a candle flame. Instead of quelling the flames, you only expand them further. But no more.”

“You cannot do this to me!” Death roared in anger, darkness swirling around him. “Who will save this world when the God-Emperor comes?! You?!”

“Not me. Not yet,” the Veiled Lady sighed. “I have been forbidden by a higher power to directly intervene with events. At least for now. But there are others who will possess the power to stop him. You will play no part in it, for you are what is holding this world back from greatness.”

Death roared and charged at her, channelling all of his power. He struck her, but to his horror, his scythe began cracking.

CRACK!

The scythe shattered into pieces, making him stare in shear terror.

The Veiled Lady smirked. “As I just said, I am far older than your universe and more powerful than you. Your day is done.”

She raised her hand and a holy light emanated from it, making Death shield himself as he felt himself burn up.

“In the name of the Almighty, who Was and Is and Is To Come, I decree your end!”

The holy light exploded outwards as the Veiled Lady’s eyes glowed bright yellow. The light engulfed Death and he screamed before exploding into dust, as the darkness vanished.

There was nothing left of Death.

North Wallachia

The Jailer walked carefully down a stone pathway, still mad that Elizabeth got away. Oh, how he would have his revenge. Oh yes, he would.

SLIP!

Within moments, The Jailer’s head fell from his shoulders and rolled to the ground. Trevor Belmont stood there and wiped his sword on his cloak.

Without another word, he turned and walked away.

Same time

“Proud of you, girl.”

Alexandria looked up to see her grandmother Helen Belmont standing there, a proud smile on her face.

“You are?”

“Of course,” Helen smiled. “I knew you would triumph. Even when you didn’t.”

“Of course you knew I would win.” Alexandria chuckled.

“Listen, Granddaughter,” Helen said, turning serious. “There will come a time soon when there will be need of valour without renown, for there will be no one left to remember the last deeds done. But the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unknown or unpraised.”

With that, Helen faded away, leaving Alexandria struck and reeling.

Two days later

Alexandria walked through a cemetery towards where Trevor was standing, leaning against the entrance to a tomb.

“Trevor,” she smiled. “I am here.”

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked, concerned.

“Aye, I am,” Alexandria nodded. “Why did you call me here?”

Trevor turned serious. “I know that the Veiled Lady spoke to you about Ah Sahm.”

“Wait, what?! How?” Alexandria’s eyes widened.

“Because she told me as well.” he revealed, and her eyes lit up.

“Who is Ah Sahm?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Trevor shook his head. “All I know is that he exists 423 years from now.”

“So what do we do?” Alexandria crossed her arms.

“I know something,” he began. “A sleep spell. I can put you into a magical sleep that will last for that entire time. Here in this tomb.”

Her eyes bulged. “Excuse me?! You want me to go into a magical sleep for 400 years?!”

“Relax,” Trevor raised his hand. “I know, it’s quite shocking. However, you know what the Veiled Lady said. You are the champion. You are the one. If you don’t want to do this, I fully understand.”

Alexandria looked down. She could feel Helen’s voice in her mind. ‘You know what to do. Deep down, you know it.’

“Alright, fine. I’ll do this.” She said.

“Really?” Trevor asked, surprised.

“If this is what I need to do to protect those I love…then so be it.”

Trevor smiled. “I knew you would say that. Follow me.”

Trevor led Alexandria into the dark tomb, holding a flaming torch.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Into the deepest part of the tomb, where you shall be buried.” Trevor explained.

“Who will dig me out?!” she demanded.

“I’ll place a magical lock that will open the tomb when you awaken once more.” Trevor explained again.

She sighed in relief. At least she wouldn’t be buried forever.

Trevor led her into a dark room with a single tomb in the middle of the room, the lid off.

“Now for this, I need you to climb into the tomb and lie down.” He instructed her.

Steeling herself, Alexandria climbed into the tomb and lay on her back, her arms crossing her chest.

“I need you to drink this elixir. This will put you to sleep first so I can cast the spell.”

He handed her a wooden goblet with a gold honey colored liquid in it. Alexandria placed the goblet to her nose and took a sniff. It smelt like a fresh honey.

She took a sip. Yep, it definitely tasted like honey. She quickly downed the contents of the goblet and handed it back to Trevor.

“She still awake?”

Alexandria looked up to see Alucard, Simon and Sypha walk into the tomb.

“You guys!” she smiled.

“You really thought you could go without saying goodbye first?” Simon grinned.

She shook her head fondly. “Hopefully, you will still be alive when I come back.”

“I hope so too,” Sypha muttered before looking at Alexandria. “Sleep well, girl.”

“I certainly hope so.” She agreed.

“I’m going to close the tomb lid now, Alex,” Trevor said. “Then you will feel yourself drift to sleep. It will be like taking a really long nap.”

Alexandria nodded as Trevor and Alucard pushed the massive tomb lid over her. Within moments, she was swallowed by darkness.

Her eyes began opening and closing rapdidly as she felt herself growing tired. Her eyes eventually closed and remained that way.

Almost instantly, her vision swam and she saw visions of her past and present.

Alexandria was held by Theron Belmont as a baby.

Alexandria learnt to use a sword for the first time.

She hugged Sypha.

Alexandria sparred with Alucard.

Alexandria was tortured by The Jailer and Carmilla in the dungeon.

She fought and killed Carmilla.

Right now, as she was buried in the tomb.

But then, the visions changed and she saw strange things.

A white-haired woman rode a Dragon across a vast ocean.

A young child was hauled off as some humanlike giant abomination consumed someone.

A giant red and blue…metal thing? Robot of sorts seemed to shift its form into that of a large vehicle.

A bald man driving a Dodge Charger.

A pink-haired woman and a blue-haired woman, the former wearing a pair of large gauntlets and the other holding a rifle fought back-to-back.

A bald man wearing sunglasses smiled as he took them off.

A blonde woman fought a man with long hair and a knife in his hand in a burning warehouse.

A man flicked a lighter and said. “Yippee-Ki-Yay, motherfucker.”

A beautiful Asian woman looked over a shoulder. “Hey Jihyo, you coming?”

“Yeah, I’m coming, Mina.” Another, slightly older Asian woman grinned.

Then it was all black.

Another Universe

A pair of red eyes opened as a dark, pale figure gazed down at a lush green planet.

“At last, I have returned to Neotellus,” the figure said in a booming voice. “The Cryptids shall all fall by my hands.”

A spaceship flew through Space, also heading for Neotellus.

And in the depths of Space, a massive Dragon awoke, ready to destroy the world of Men and Cryptids.

The doom of Neotellus has come.