Castlevania Imagines

Preview

Here's a short excerpt from what I've got so far on my next one-shot :) It begins as one of the library scenes and evolves into something more original. 

  Trevor laid back against a bookshelf, an old tattered blanket wrapped around him. There was a small candle lit, casting a faint glow in the corner of the vast library. Shadows along the books were long. Although he never showed it, he longed to be able to read those books. In fact, the Belmont wasn't sure if his friends even knew he was unable to read. Had he even told them before?

  Although it was common, Trevor felt embarrassed at his illiteracy. He was the last son of a once prominent monster-hunting family, a clan so great it became feared by the Church itself, and the poor man couldn't even read his own name.

  Of course, it wasn't his fault that his family was eradicated before he was taught how to read, but Trevor knew he was too old to be making that excuse now. It'd been at least a decade.

  Suddenly he noticed the shadows began to move, stirring wildly along the shelves. Looking up from his thoughts, Trevor found that Sypha was not far from him. She was skimming through a book, although seemingly disinterested. She looked as if she were looking more for a distraction, rather than any information.

  He asked Sypha if she was okay, and she looked at the floor, rather exhausted. Although Trevor could tell she was tired, there was something distant in the way she was looking down. Not necessarily lost in thought, but he could tell she was more than simply physically downtrodden. 

  "Tired," she said.

  Trevor adjusted the way he was sitting, and looked down at the floor. He wondered if Alucard was the only one of them who never got exhausted.

  "Sleep, then."

  Sypha hesitated, the look on her face becoming more distraught.

  "And...a bit lonely."

  Trevor looked up a bit, and furrowed his eyebrows. Shit, he thought, It's been years since I was on my own, I should have known she was going to become homesick. Dammit. He also noticed that she looked as if she were about to fall asleep standing up. It would've been comical, had she not appeared to be in so much despair.

  Kind of like you, a small voice in the back of his head told him. He pushed those thoughts aside and held out his arm, offering her part of the blanket.

  "My dusty old sheet is big enough for two. And nobody was ever lonely in this house."

  Sypha's face softened - became almost content, really - and she sat down next to Trevor before thanking him, feeling not much warmth from the blanket, but a rather great deal from the man she was now sitting next to.