Ok so this is a new story.

So if any of you know me, I like doing aus, especially of my fav characters. This is now like, the third time I've deaged a character for the sake of a story sooo, yeah.

Anyway, Adrian/Alucard is younger in this both physically and mentally (in contrast to Youthful Soldier where it was just physcially) and I'm just going to see where this goes.

I don't own Castlevania.

Onto the story!

As the old woman knocked on the door of the home, the door opened to show a young blonde boy peeking through the gap between the door and the frame before he smiled and opened it wider for the older woman.

"Mrs. Truvara! Hello!" The twelve-year-old by called to her as he opened the door a little wider.

Mrs. Truvara smiled, "Hello, Adrian. Is it alright if I come in?"

Adrian nodded with a smile and allowed the elderly woman to enter his home as he closed the door behind her. After that he turned to her with a smile. "I'll go get my mom for you."

"That would be lovely, dear, thank you." Mrs. Truvara said as she sat down at the table near the fireplace.

Adrian dashed off to the kitchen area, a place his mother used both for making the two of them dinner as well as working on her medicines, and entered to find his mother going over one of the books his father had given her.

"Mom, Mrs. Truvara is here." The boy called getting his mother to look up from what she had been going over for no doubt the one-hundredth time.

"Oh? Thank you Adrian, I'll be right out." Lisa said as she stood up from her seat. She moved over to the much smaller fire burning in the kitchen and quickly brewed up a cup of tea for her guest. Looking at her son, she smiled at him. "Why don't you stay in here for a few minutes while we talk, ok? You can read some of your father's books if you'd like."

The boy's golden eyes shined at her words, his excitement for being able to learn more easily expressed to his mother. "Ok, thank you mother!"

Lisa just chuckled as she left the room listening to Adrian scurry off to sit in the chair she had previously occupied. After a few minutes of talking to Mrs. Truvara and learning more about her symptoms, Lisa headed back into the kitchen to wash her hands and get the medication the woman needed for her cough and lungs.

"Can leaves really be used as a medicine?" Lisa looked over at her son who was looking at her curiously. She shouldn't be surprised by this question, as with her child's advanced hearing it isn't the first time he's over heard her conversations with her clients.

"What have I told you about eavesdropping?" Lisa asked, raising an eyebrow at her son.

Adrian looked down in embarrassment. "Not to do it unless I absolutely need to." He replied before trying to defend himself. "But I couldn't help it! You're so close and everything you talk about is so interesting and I can't help but focus on it!"

"You still shouldn't do it." Lisa chided before smiling at her son. "But I won't stop your curiosity. As for your question, so leaves can be used as medicine, but most of the time only if they are given the correct corresponding elements of the medicine your making, and if they are safe to use. Just plain old tree leaves by themselves typically won't do anything to help."

Lisa couldn't help the smile on her face as she watched Adrian soak up all the information she had given him. The boy was just like his parents, so curious about the world but at least he should be able to learn as much as he wants. Due to his mixed nature between a vampire and a human-as well as the fact as no dhampir had ever be conceived before Adrian and lived-it was hard to say how his years would be. Vampires-after turning-do not age, while humans do. So far, his aging has been at random, sometimes aging two years in two months while other times staying the same age for over a year. Currently, the boy appeared to be about twelve to thirteen years old while his mentality was closer to the amount of years he's actually been alive for which was around nine-years-old. Now, his brain seemed to still be growing in accordance to his body-at least as far as she and her husband knew-but the boy still had to learn about new things. Honestly, Lisa wouldn't be surprised if her intelligent son actually knew more than children with both his mentality and his physical age with how much he read and asked questions about.

"Now," Lisa said as she walked over to the book on the table in front of Adrian. "I believe that Mrs. Truvara needs a specific type of medicine that has mold in it." Lisa said, scanning the book before finding what she was looking for. "Ah, yes, there it is. This shouldn't take too long now, especially since the dray parts have already been mixed up."

"Can I help?" Adrian asked.

Lisa hummed before nodding. "If you want to go grab me the dry powder for this mixture from the cabinet, that would be very helpful. It's the one with the pink string tied to the top."

"Ok!" With that, her boy was off.

It didn't take long for Lisa to put together the mixture she needed and soon she was carrying it out to Mrs. Truvara. After a few minutes of explaining the medicine to the older woman and convincing her to take it, Lisa was soon leading her to the door. However, the moment she opened it, she instantly knew something was not right. Before her stood five priests, the one in the middle clearly a bishop or some higher priest if his different clothing was anything to go by.

"Mrs. Lisa Tepes." The lead priest spoke, hands behind his back.

"Yes?" She asked before turning to look at Mrs. Truvara. "You go on home now." Lisa watched as the older woman walked down her steps and away, only to pause momentarily to look back before a look from one of the priests cause her to keep moving.

Lisa's attention was brought back to the head of the group when he spoke. "I am an emissary of the archbishop of Targoviste. Do I understand correctly that you serve as a...physician to this community?"

"I'm a doctor, yes." Lisa replied, stressing the doctor part to make her position clear. "Can I help you? Is the archbishop ill?"

The man did not answer her, for his next words were clearly directed at his priests. "You know what to look for."

With those words they were charging into her house. They shoved her out of the way as they moved in, but Lisa decided to ignore this as she followed them, calling after them. "What? What is it? What are you looking for? I will gladly give it to you."

"Silence." The leader spoke up as he entered the house behind her.

"I will not be silence." Lisa protested, her offence at his words seeping into her voice.

"Mom?" Her boy's voice cut in through the chaos and she watched as he stumbled out of the kitchen when one of the priests shoved him out of the way. "Mom, what's happening?"

"It's nothing, sweety," Lisa called to him. "Just let me handle this ok? You don't need to worry." As she spoke, she didn't notice the silent look the leading priest was giving her child and the silent look he gave to one of his priest.

Before they could get any further, the priest who had entered the kitchen came out and called to all of them to look in there. As they entered and spread around, Lisa staying close to the doorway with Adrian hiding behind her legs, the head priest spoke up once more.

"Satan's tools." He spat at the sight of her tools, looking around. "Make fire, clean it out."

"What?" Lisa gasped and she could feel her boy tense up behind her.

"We were told something was wrong here." The man spoke as he turned to look at Lisa. "What are you doing here that you need to subject the good people of this land to such fearsome engines?"

"Mom? What is he talking about?"

"I-I don't know." Lisa said, turning to look at Adrian for a brief moment before looking back. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

The man scoffed. "Look around you. Do you pretend these things are not witchcraft?"

Just then one of the other priests and moved to touch a machine that was used to help mix her medicines faster and better. Currently within the clamps were vials of blood she had prepared to mix in with Adrian's food so he never had to worry about going out to hunt without his father here. Watching the man scream at how it moved on its own was insanity to Lisa.

"What is this?" The leader questioned as he drew closer to Lisa.

"I-It's medicine." Lisa defended, backing up. She could tell by a soft growl from Adrian that her son did not approve of the intimidating posture he was giving his mover, but Lisa was quick to move her son out of the way and give him a quick shake of her head.

"How could engines of the devil be medicine?"

"Its old medicine." Lisa defended when she backed up into the table with the book. Looking back she was quick to grab it and hold it up. "Old sciences lost to history. I have-I mean I've studied times past and learned ways to serve our people more effectively. That's all."

He scoffed. "Paganism." And he let the book drop to the ground with a thump.

"No!" Lisa once again cried, not noticing the priest nearing her child as she spoke. "It's just...science. It has nothing to do with any god or-!"

"Nothing to do with God?" The priest question, rage clearly on his face.

"No! That's not what I meant!" Lisa tried to defend herself but she felt two of the other priests close in on her.

"Take her to the cathedral at Targoviste, there shall be an inquisition." As the men gripped her arms, she heard her boy cry out for her.

"Mom! Hey, stop it! Hey!" She looked over to see another priest had come up behind her child and gripped his arms. Adrian growled at the man, clearly showing his fangs and bright gold eyes as he used his strength to break away. As he turned to look at his mother, the young boy was suddenly hit with a splash of holy water from the leading priest in front of him, causing him to cry out at the burns.

"There, even more evidence of your witchcraft!" He cried, continuing to splash holy water onto her son whenever he twitched. "She has corrupted this young boy's soul with her magic!"

"No! Stop it! Please!" She cried, tears coming to her eyes at the torture they were bringing towards her son. "Please! He's innocent!"

"Innocent?" The leader scoffed. "If anything, he can burn with the rest of the magic in this room, that way there will be no trace of it."

"No! Wait! No...no, he's still human!" Lisa cried, trying anything to spare her son. "He's still human! Please, spare him!"

"Your emnissy!" One of the priest cried as they looked at her son. "He is not lighting up in flames like the foul creatures do when they are met with the water of God. Perhaps he can be exorcised from her spells on him."

The leader leaned closer to look at the boy and sure enough there only lay splatters of burns across his exposed skin, burns that look as if he had only touch a fire in the process of lighting it to slightly worse burns. The man knew if he was truly corrupted, then his skin would be charred on the spot, no extra drops on an old burn needed. As much as he would prefer to just kill the child here and be done with it, if the people of Targoviste saw that the might of God could even spare those of the devil's grasp then he knew they would run to them and the church even more.

And if the boy did not get cured? Well, they can easily show how deep Satan's grasp can be on the innocent if people decide to turn away from God.

"Alright, we'll take the boy with us. Should he not be saved when the witch is gone, then he will have to die as well."

"What?! No! No, please! Leave him!" Lisa cried, struggling unsuccessfully against the hands that held her. "Spare my child, please! Please...Please don't do this! You don't understand what you are doing! You don't know what you're going to bring upon yourselves if you do this!"

The man narrowed his eyes as he moved away from her child, one of the other priest moving in to deal with him and lift him up. "You dare threaten me?"

"No! Just, listen, please!" Lisa cried, trying to calm herself down but failing every time she sees her child. "Just...just let us go and we'll leave, you'll never see either of us again. Please, I can't promise your safety if you go any further! You've already harmed my boy, any further and...and-"

"You dare menese me with Satan?" With a wave of his hand he spoke. "Get them out of here before I strike her dead." He growled, allowing the priest to begin moving. A low moan drew her attention to her child, being held like a sack of potatoes over one of the shoulders of the priest and burns decorating his arms, legs, and head.

"Please, it's not Satan!" Lisa cried. "If…If you anger him he's worse! Because he's real! Please! He's come so far don't make him do it! Don't make him kill you all! Please! No!" She continued struggling as she was pulled from the kitchen, her ears quickly catching the noises of crashes as they trashed her place of work. However, her concern was no longer focused on that, the noise background music to the horror that was her burned son. Every time the boy would so much as twitch in the other's hold, the one holding him would be quick to bring up his other hand that held a flask of holy water and splash it upon him, making Adrian cry out weakly. Burns that started out as second degree burns worsened when the water would hit the ones already there with each splash.

As they were dragged out of the house, Lisa was forced to wait for the priests inside and watch her home burn before her eyes. Her son was likewise dropped down from his place on the man's shoulder to the ground, the child letting out soft groans at the contact before his slitted eyes widened at the sight of their home.

"No!" He struggled to get free once more, especially when his eyes locked onto those of his mother's. "Mom!"

"Adrian!" She cried, tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she knew if she were to freak out even more, Adrian would come rushing to her side like the loyal son he is. And she knew if he did that, the priests would be quick to punish her son's movements. "Adrian, I know this is a lot my son, but you need to calm down now, please."

Adrian's wide eyes were shining with his own pain and fear, tears filling up in the gold orbs. He was looking at his mother and his arms were straining to reach her. However, even injured his strength still surpassed those of the priests and Adrian ripped his arms from his captive's hands. The man cried out before quickly pulling his flask out once more and with quick flicks of his wrist was splashing the wicked liquid onto her son once more.

And it wasn't just him either, one of the men holding her joined as well, his own flask of holy water adding to the burns. Adrian's voice cried out and leaked with the pain of the burns, his faster healing doing nothing against that which was created to harm his other half.

"NO! No...please, please stop it! Stop hurting my boy!...Please!" Lisa cried, unable to hold back her tears as she struggled to reach her child, wanting just to hold him in her arms and shield him from the torment of these wicked men.

"Then he should behave." The leader's voice came from the doorway causing Lisa to whip her head to stare at him. The man stood as though he was the true devil with the way the flames burned behind him. "If he would not act out, we would have no reason to harm the child unless it is proven he cannot be saved by our Lord's salvation."

"Please, please just stop hurting him." Lisa wept. "He'll...H-He'll behave so...so please just stop…" she evened with a soft sob.

The man watched her for a few silent seconds before he waved his hand with a signal for the men to stop. The boy was left trembling on the ground, new burns stretching across his body in ways of dots and streaks. Lisa wept for her child's pain.

"Bring them to the wagon." The leader said. "But make sure they remain apart. It will do no go for us if she is able to strength her spells on the boy."

Lisa couldn't find the strength to protest as they dragged her away from her home. Her eyes were only on her son who was once again flopped into another priest's arms and carried off to the wagon hidden a few feet away.

The entire ride to the cathedral, Lisa's mind could only focus on two things: her child and what her husband would do to these people. She did not want him to kill them all, not when he has come so far from when they had first met and how she told him humans were not as horrible as he took them to be. This would ruin all of his progress and, if Adrian made it out of this, she hope it would not taint her poor child's heart.

She did not thrash when they pulled her from the wagon, he mind now focused on wanting to keep her child from any more harm. She did not cry when they cut her hair and stripped her down to her underclothing. The time she spent in the prison cell beneath the cathedral as they built the stake for her to burn at was painful as she lay in a cell across from her child with the bars coated in holy water. There was one priest down there that kept an eye on them at all times and would hush her when she attempted to calm and speak to Adrian.

She did not struggle when they hulled her in front of the crowd, knowing their minds have been too twisted by the poisonous words of these priests to believe anything she has to say. She only struggled slightly as she was bound to the wooden stake but it was after all this as they were about to light the flame that she protested.

For they had brought her son out there to watch her burn.

"No! No, do not let him see this! Please...please! Don't let him see me burn! Please!"

The emissary of the bishop ignored her once more as he spoke, telling the people of all her spells and evil deeds. He spoke of how Adrian would be there to show the power of God and the power of Satan, for he had not 'fallen' completely yet and with the witch's death, he may be saved.

But Lisa did not really listen, for her mind was focus on her wounded child who was once again held by a priest as he stared up at her bound form.

"Adrian...Adrian, my sweet child look away. Please, please do not watch this, I do not want you to watch this." Tears were streaming down her face with her words, thankful for this moment that her son's advanced hearing would allow for him to hear her over the shouts of the priest.

"Mom." Adrian choked out, his own voice wavering with tears.

"Please...Adrian." Lisa sobbed. As she saw the fire come near her, she spoke softly and full of love to her child. "Adrian, I love you." As she said this, they lit the fire.

"Mom? Mom! No! No-No, please, Mom!" Adrian cried, tears falling even faster from his eyes. Adrian could not help but watch his mother as she began to cry out towards his father over the shouts of the people. As the flames began to lick her skin and her cries echoed through the air.

"Please!" She cried. "Spare them! If you can hear...hear me, d-don't harm them-AH!" Her breaths came out as a combination of pants and coughs through her cries of pain and tears. "D-Don't hurt them, plea-Ah-se! They do not know what they...they are doing!"

"Mother!" Adrian cried, his own voice joining her own as he tried to break free of his captor's grip. Despite his injuries, he got free only to be tackled down by more priests and to have more holy water splashed upon him. His anguished cries now filled the air, both from the pain of his wounds and the pain of watching his mother die in a fiery death before him. "AHH!"

"His cries of pain echo that of the witch! Perhaps the evil is forcing its way from his skin!"

Adrian heard the shouts, but he could only focus on his mother. He tried to do as she wished, to not look, but it was so hard when her anguished cries echoed in his ears. He struggled against his captives even more, but this time he tried to follow his mother's wish, he tried not to hurt them as he fought to free himself.

By the time the screams had stopped, Adrian had been unable to help his mother. He could hear them all talking, but his mind was almost numb now as tears continued to freely spill from his eyes. His young mind was struggling to comprehend everything that had just occurred, alongside the amount of burns that coated his pale skin. He knew the priests were all still talking around him-about him-but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the burned skeleton within the flames. He knew each of of those bones from his studies, yet when had to realize that this body of blackened bones before him was his mother, nothing came to him.

The body of bones crumbled to the wooden planks below.

None of this was real, right?

A sudden explosion of fire drew him out of the floaty space his mind had been and his father's angry voice rang in his ears. His father? He was here? Where was he? Was he also in the flaming inferno like his mother?

Screams reached his ears, but it all felt far away. There were more explosions around him, fire falling from the sky, but all this vanished when a black cloak was suddenly around him and he was pulled into a familiar, comforting chest.

"Dad?" Adrian choked out, tears still falling from golden eyes as his hands curled into fists on his father's chest.

"Oh Adrian, by sweet boy." His father's voice spoke. "I am so sorry this has happened. But do not worry, they will pay for what they have done to you and your mother."

"Dad...I-I want to go home."

"Of course, Adrian, of course." With those words he was pulled in even closer and he was whisked away by a spell of fire.

So that was that. Basically went from happy and cute to traumatizing Adrian. That's how I work, I have problems.

Anywho, this should have more chapters (should being the key term). I hope you all liked it.

Feel free to comment or anything else.

Until next time! :D