#if gos arikado looks exactly like mathias and alucard looks like lisa

[castlephantom]

So Alucard is a male version of Lisa and if he had black hair instead of blonde/platinum hair, he would be perfect copy of Mathias.

[gondalsqueen]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Castlevania (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont & Sypha Belnades, Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya & Trevor Belmont, Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya & Sypha Belnades, Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya & Trevor Belmont & Sypha Belnades Characters: Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya, Greta (Castlevania), Elder | Sypha Belnades' Grandfather, Dracula Vlad Tepes | Mathias Cronqvist, Lisa (Castlevania) Summary:

"The thing nobody tells you about having a nervous breakdown is that, between the periods of fugue, you are excruciatingly lucid. From the outside, you look like a lunatic. Inside, your mind is always working, forming plans for escape. None of those plans works, though, and you fall further and further into exhaustion, beating against the walls of your own mind. It is exactly like being trapped in the tunnels under Gresit. Except this time, it’s somebody else she can’t save."

Trevor Belmont is (apparently) gone. Sypha Belnades apparently spends two weeks in bed and then gets up and tries to pass it off to Alucard like nothing has happened. (We see your faux-casual "hello," Sypha.) During that time, she has to come to terms with some messy truths.

(OR: Hey, kids, it’s Castlevania time! Angst now updated with copious fluff.) 

The world is falling apart. Sypha Belnades and Adrian Alucard Țepeș stand on one side of a great chasm and Trevor Belmont on the other, smiling at them as if he’s just won a race. Really, though, he’s come in second, following Death across the finish line, stuck on a floating island while the colors of all infinity roar between them.

“I love you,” Trevor shouts, and it should register to Sypha that he sees no way out of this, but his voice is so happy, so real, that it doesn’t.

“Trevor.” Stay with me, because if you don’t, I am not sure how to come for you, and I cannot do this without you. Not anymore. She can’t stop long enough to make a speech if she hopes to help him, though. “I know.”

“You’d better know.” He smiles at her without a hint of shadow. “Just remember: Trefor is a terrible name.”

She is utterly confused for one long moment of inaction, and then it dawns on her what he must mean just as the edge of the castle crumbles beneath her and Alucard with the finality of a closed door. They have to run backwards or fall. Sypha keeps running, far into the safety of the hall. Alucard has gone still and stricken, thinking about something, but they have no time for that. No time for confusion. No time for helplessness. “Come on,” she tells him. Then she gets a running start and takes off for the open mouth of hell.

Alucard doesn’t move until she’s upon him, and then all at once he jumps, catching her hard around the middle and dragging her to the floor, pinning her under his own body. “ What are you doing? ” she screams. “The barrier is closing again! We have to go now! ”

Red and gray energy whips through the air like a solid thing, rubble spinning with it. Alucard shouts to be heard over the din. “See that?” he gestures with a nod of his head. “We’ll be caught halfway through. We can’t make it anymore.”

“Yes, we can!”

He’s laced her hands with his own so she can’t move her fingers enough to do magic. He’s too strong; she can’t break his grip. “No. Trevor knew that.”

“Get off of me!”

“No.”

A golden glow lights the clouds around the floating tower. Sypha knows that color—Trevor has caught the Morning Star on fire. He’s still fighting. She tries to bring her knee up, to kick Alucard between the legs, but he has her hips pinned, too, and she squirms uselessly.

“Stop it, Sypha.”

The wind from the portal reaches a crescendo, a wounded, enraged howl. She arches, ready to slam her head into Alucard’s nose, useless as the attempt will be. He catches her at it and leans back, out of her range. “Listen to me! There are undoubtedly enemies in the castle. We’ve left defenseless people below.” Only Alucard would throw in a word like “undoubtedly” in the middle of a fight. How dare he be so cool. “We have to go help them. We can come back here after that.”

Without any other recourse, Sypha relaxes under him, stops fighting. “Understand?” he asks. She nods. “Good.” He rolls off of her, stands without missing a beat, and offers his hand. “I am sorry for that.”

“Alucard. I’m sorry, too.” She has one more chance. Quick as lightning she darts past him, ready to fly.

He grabs her ankle; she barely gets her arms down before slamming palms-first into the carpet.

The top of the tower explodes, a blinding flash of light. The storm gasps and holds its breath, the wreckage of the castle floating around them. Then the world inhales on a gentle breeze and the black of ordinary night bleeds into the sky.

“No!”

In the sudden calm, rubble from the ruined tower drops to earth. The stars blink back to life. The barrier is gone. And Death. And Trevor.

Sypha beats her fists against the ground like a child. “Damn you to hell, Alucard!”

He offers her a hand with no anger in his eyes, only that same, endless sadness. “We need to go,” he repeats. “Come with me.” Read the rest on A03.