The True Purpose
Nikolai followed Alucard, his mind creating various scenarios. He didn't know what the old vampire would ask or tell him. Yet the feeling of interest definitely grew stronger when I learned more about the former head of the Nosferatu family.
"Ahem, you seem a little stiff. Is there something the matter, young vampire?"
Alucard's voice echoed through the quiet hallway, pictures of various vampires and battles, with the signature bald and ugly faces of the clan.
"I can't say I am not confused with the kind greeting, other vampires have only insulted me, or called me a dirty wolf."
"Hmmm, I see..."
However, Nikolai noticed several paintings of a young, handsome male with black hair and red eyes, his skin pale, yet he lacked the features of other Nosferatu vampires.
'Is this the younger Alucard?'
Nikolai followed slowly, gazing at the picture in detail, the date written in cursive and causing him to gasp.