The Werewolf of Castlevania (Book 1)

Stupid Belmont Drunk - Chapter 3

Fuck, guess it's up to my sorry ass to save him. Drawing my hunting knife I stabbed it into the hand that held my arm. This wolf doesn't just have claws. The man screams bloody murder as he lets my go clutching his bleeding hand. I hear the Belmont laughing. What is he laughing at?

"You stupid bitch" the thug screams at you.

I smirk "You deserved it"

The bartender starts yelling at everyone to get out of his tavern and the room explodes into chaos. I make a mad dash for the door as the three uninjured men attack Belmont again. No way in hell I am staying there.

Diving through the doors of the I tuck into the roll. Man, I wish someone had seen that. I stand up brushing myself off just as Belmont stumbles out. He faces plants into a puddle as I keel over laughing at the ridiculous sight. Belmont glares at me and proceeds to throw up all over the ground.

"Not on the boots" I yelp jumping back to avoid his throw up. In between throwing up he curses the tavern something about bleeding out their ass's but I can't really hear it around the vomit and my own laughs. He groans and then passes out in the middle of the street. Fucking Belmont.

Grunting I lift the unconscious man over my shoulder. Because of my enhanced strength I am able to carry him no thanks to his extreme weight.

"Fuck Belmont lose some damn weight and drink less you can't sleep in the middle of the fuckin road" Swearing I stumble to a tree growing near the stream on the outskirts of town. Throwing him down under the tree you flop down beside him. Nothing too gentle, he's going to feel it in the morning. I yawn feeling a wave of exhaustion from the day's walk. Gresit is still many miles away; it would take another day's walk to reach it.

Sparing a glance at Belmont I note his rather well shaped face. He'd probably be very attractive if he wasn't covered in mud and smelling like a fish market. Quickly shaking away those thoughts, he's a Belmont and I am a werewolf. He'd probably kill me rather than look at me.

Wrinkling my nose at the smell I make sure to move up wind of him. Pulling my jacket a little tight I slump down slipping into a dreamless sleep.