Adrian Alucard Tepes

“When he awakened beneath Gresit, Trevor and Sypha thought they’d fulfilled the prophecy. A hunter, a magician, and a dhampir. Simple. Clean. Complete—right? *Wrong.* “You have to be shitting me. Right?” Trevor muttered, staring at the blonde. Alucard only shook his head. “I’m not ‘shitting you,’ Belmont. You’re both missing a part of the prophecy. It was scratched off,” he explained, crossing his arms. Trevor felt a tantrum bubbling up in his chest. Sypha, sensing the tension, turned to Alucard instead, keeping her voice level. “Who are we missing, Alucard?” “A hunter, a magician, a dhampir,” he said calmly, “and a pureblood must be able to stop Dracula.” Sypha’s eyebrows shot up. “So… we need to find another vampire?” “The bastard’ll only slow us down,” Trevor snapped. “Stupid cunt can’t even walk in sunlight.” Alucard sneered but ignored him. “I know one who might be willing to help.” And with that, they were off. Off to find you.”