Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-10 11:26 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-10 11:26 pm
I'll have a few hours of myself in the morning. I'll be able to find anything that's a danger.
[ It's a genuine offer - Alucard and Sypha are working so hard on this, he ought to at least do what little he can. But he's fairly certain they won't trust him to do the work alone no matter what he says. Too many opportunities to do something stupid. Too deep a knowledge that no matter how good his intentions now he'll take those opportunities when the time comes.
He stares at the bucket, but using it requires Alucard to release him. He isn't doing that, yet, and he doesn't want him to do so. He leans his forehead against Alucard's shoulder and this places his mouth uncomfortably close to a vein but- he doesn't trust himself, but he also doesn't think he's going to hurt him any further. He isn't hungry any more. And that would be a blessing, were the situation any different. ]
Shit. I- shit.
[ It's a genuine offer - Alucard and Sypha are working so hard on this, he ought to at least do what little he can. But he's fairly certain they won't trust him to do the work alone no matter what he says. Too many opportunities to do something stupid. Too deep a knowledge that no matter how good his intentions now he'll take those opportunities when the time comes.
He stares at the bucket, but using it requires Alucard to release him. He isn't doing that, yet, and he doesn't want him to do so. He leans his forehead against Alucard's shoulder and this places his mouth uncomfortably close to a vein but- he doesn't trust himself, but he also doesn't think he's going to hurt him any further. He isn't hungry any more. And that would be a blessing, were the situation any different. ]
Shit. I- shit.
[There's no point in saying you're not going alone. They'll just head out with him when midnight hits, and there won't be any arguing about it. Maybe that's an abuse of Trevor's guilt for what has just happened, but anything to make it clear that this horrible frenzy has not changed as much as Trevor fears it has.
And there's the fear of something in there being fashioned into a stake or finding something else fashioned for use in that way. Alucard's sure Sypha is thinking it too. Not for tonight or the next, but they will all break eventually, and Trevor is well within his right to do so.
It's horrible, demanding his life right now.
There's no releasing Trevor until he makes it clear that's what he really wants. Alucard's not bothered by the proximity to vein, if only because he knows he can defend himself. Or would be able to if it wasn't for the incense, but he shoves that thought aside in favor of putting his lips to the top of Trevor's head.]
Sturdy fucker, remember?
And there's the fear of something in there being fashioned into a stake or finding something else fashioned for use in that way. Alucard's sure Sypha is thinking it too. Not for tonight or the next, but they will all break eventually, and Trevor is well within his right to do so.
It's horrible, demanding his life right now.
There's no releasing Trevor until he makes it clear that's what he really wants. Alucard's not bothered by the proximity to vein, if only because he knows he can defend himself. Or would be able to if it wasn't for the incense, but he shoves that thought aside in favor of putting his lips to the top of Trevor's head.]
Sturdy fucker, remember?
Good to hear.
[ He lays Alucard down on the bed, sitting himself on the eyes of it to just take a moment to watch him lying there, stroking his cheek softly. There's adoration all over his face for just a moment before it fads back into being a shit. ]
I hope this bed doesn't offend too deeply. [ And then, still stroking Alucard's cheep and with somewhat more sincerity than was probably intended: ] My beautiful, beautiful princeling.
[ He lays Alucard down on the bed, sitting himself on the eyes of it to just take a moment to watch him lying there, stroking his cheek softly. There's adoration all over his face for just a moment before it fads back into being a shit. ]
I hope this bed doesn't offend too deeply. [ And then, still stroking Alucard's cheep and with somewhat more sincerity than was probably intended: ] My beautiful, beautiful princeling.
[There's such a soft and happy hum as the bed greets Alucard's back and the look on his face at Trevor is just as adoring. He can't help but turn so he can kiss the hand on his cheek, eyes closed for just a flutter because he knows the optics work.]
No finer place to be bedded by a rogue who while handsome, is very, very rude and far too cunning for his own damn good.
No finer place to be bedded by a rogue who while handsome, is very, very rude and far too cunning for his own damn good.
The sturdiest fucker.
[ He has a lot of ways of saying I love you, distinguishable only by tone. This is one of them.
He promised that he would live. He promised it. But that was before they knew that the turning would reverse and happen again and reverse again and happen again. That was before he knew that the alternative might be harming Sypha and Alucard and- fuck, it's a blessing that he's still not powerful enough to do permanent damage to Alucard normally, but even with that it's only a matter of time before they get unlucky, before he hits something that can't heal. And that's assuming that he does go after Alucard next time, and not Sypha.
Alucard kisses the top of his head, and for a moment those thoughts dissolve into nothing. ]
[ He has a lot of ways of saying I love you, distinguishable only by tone. This is one of them.
He promised that he would live. He promised it. But that was before they knew that the turning would reverse and happen again and reverse again and happen again. That was before he knew that the alternative might be harming Sypha and Alucard and- fuck, it's a blessing that he's still not powerful enough to do permanent damage to Alucard normally, but even with that it's only a matter of time before they get unlucky, before he hits something that can't heal. And that's assuming that he does go after Alucard next time, and not Sypha.
Alucard kisses the top of his head, and for a moment those thoughts dissolve into nothing. ]
[Translating Trevor into normal Wallachian is an easy job once you've spent enough time around the man. Sypha mastered the art first of course, but she had spent more time with him - and language was one of her skills. Alucard lagged a little bit behind, initially annoyed to responses of far more earnest affection he himself uttered. But he learned, and he knows what Trevor really means when those words leave his lips.
They have to talk about the ethics of this. They'll do it with the cloud of smoke hanging heavy, because it will dull some of the worst of Alucard's reactions too. A month is too high a demand. A week...maybe they can do that. A fortnight, with the past three days counted as part of it.
A deadline.
Alucard doesn't let go until it feels right to do so. Even then, it's only slightly letting up his grip, and he nudges Trevor gently. If he was Trevor, he'd let out a laugh and just say you look like shit. But he isn't Trevor, and he can't find it in himself to laugh. So instead one arm finally lets go of Trevor in full, and he drags the bucket of water over.]
Let's get all of this off you.
They have to talk about the ethics of this. They'll do it with the cloud of smoke hanging heavy, because it will dull some of the worst of Alucard's reactions too. A month is too high a demand. A week...maybe they can do that. A fortnight, with the past three days counted as part of it.
A deadline.
Alucard doesn't let go until it feels right to do so. Even then, it's only slightly letting up his grip, and he nudges Trevor gently. If he was Trevor, he'd let out a laugh and just say you look like shit. But he isn't Trevor, and he can't find it in himself to laugh. So instead one arm finally lets go of Trevor in full, and he drags the bucket of water over.]
Let's get all of this off you.
Oh, I'm far too just about everything for my own good. Far too cunning, far too reckless-
[ He leans over Alucard as he speaks, sliding one hand under his shirt. He avoids touching the scar some days and doesn't seem to pay it any mind on others (because it's something deeply personal and painful, but also because if he balked at the touching of scars then he'd never get anywhere with anyone). The pattern is something apparently only discernable to Trevor, with some connection to Alucard's apparent mood on any given day but no clear way of telling. Today is a 'paying it no mind' day, and he strokes over Alucard's chest, pulling the shirt up as far as he can without actually having removed his coat first. ]
-far too in love with a fucking vampire-
[ It's said thoughtlessly, without seeming to have any care for how rare that particular phrase is from him, as his rough fingers come up to trace underneath Alucard's collarbone. ]
[ He leans over Alucard as he speaks, sliding one hand under his shirt. He avoids touching the scar some days and doesn't seem to pay it any mind on others (because it's something deeply personal and painful, but also because if he balked at the touching of scars then he'd never get anywhere with anyone). The pattern is something apparently only discernable to Trevor, with some connection to Alucard's apparent mood on any given day but no clear way of telling. Today is a 'paying it no mind' day, and he strokes over Alucard's chest, pulling the shirt up as far as he can without actually having removed his coat first. ]
-far too in love with a fucking vampire-
[ It's said thoughtlessly, without seeming to have any care for how rare that particular phrase is from him, as his rough fingers come up to trace underneath Alucard's collarbone. ]
...Far too caught up in where this is ending to let me take my coat off first...
[He laughs as he says it, because he's not going to dwell on the rarity of Trevor's words. Alucard knows the second he does, the second he ensures he won't hear the word for too long again. When this is done, he'll just smile about it, keep it glowing for days because that's what Alucard does, and that will be far better than any other words said.
Alucard's hand (he doesn't have gloves on, they're still in the kitchen) tangles up in Trevor's hair and pulls him closer. There's been too many words, not enough kissing. Time to fix that, even as he leans into the hand that is on his collar bones. This is wonderful. The scar's no mind, it never is. It's too prominent on him to ever be, and that ridiculous fucking game ensured that it would always be so.]
[He laughs as he says it, because he's not going to dwell on the rarity of Trevor's words. Alucard knows the second he does, the second he ensures he won't hear the word for too long again. When this is done, he'll just smile about it, keep it glowing for days because that's what Alucard does, and that will be far better than any other words said.
Alucard's hand (he doesn't have gloves on, they're still in the kitchen) tangles up in Trevor's hair and pulls him closer. There's been too many words, not enough kissing. Time to fix that, even as he leans into the hand that is on his collar bones. This is wonderful. The scar's no mind, it never is. It's too prominent on him to ever be, and that ridiculous fucking game ensured that it would always be so.]
Please. Shit, I feel like-
[ -like a vampire. Like what he has grown knowing vampires to be, all greed and selfishness and callous survival. Something that exists only to make others suffer.
Something that he's learned in the last few years that a vampire does not have to be. He cups one hand in the water, starting to splash it on his face to start to clean away the blood. ]
-covered in blood. I feel like I'm covered in fucking blood.
[ -like a vampire. Like what he has grown knowing vampires to be, all greed and selfishness and callous survival. Something that exists only to make others suffer.
Something that he's learned in the last few years that a vampire does not have to be. He cups one hand in the water, starting to splash it on his face to start to clean away the blood. ]
-covered in blood. I feel like I'm covered in fucking blood.
[Alucard sighs, dipping the cloth into the water and trying to scrub at the rest that Trevor's not going to be able to reach. (The back of Trevor's neck is a goddamn skill, that's what that is.) The touch isn't gentle either, it's just mother hen making such everything's clean. Maybe that will get a comment, because he's mother henning a vampire, and at least that word would bring some dark laugh up to the surface.
As it is, he wants to say something. Anything to kill the terrible tension. A joke about Gresit or how really, all three of them are often covered in blood, but he can't. It isn't right. He's not the right person to make it. So he just watches that bucket grow redder and redder with his own blood instead, trying to get every last bit of Trevor cleaned off.]
As it is, he wants to say something. Anything to kill the terrible tension. A joke about Gresit or how really, all three of them are often covered in blood, but he can't. It isn't right. He's not the right person to make it. So he just watches that bucket grow redder and redder with his own blood instead, trying to get every last bit of Trevor cleaned off.]
[ Well shit, he has a point. There's going to be some difficulty later in getting clothes off without pausing this in order to do so.
And he could go about trying to fix that, or making a response, but there's kissing happening. There's Alucard's grip on his hair grounding him, not pulling quite tightly enough to be painful, just enough to keep him aware of the rest of his body even when all he cares about right now are his lips and Alucard's.
He's flushed himself when he breaks the kiss, breathing hard enough to get in the way of that stupid taunting tone he keeps trying to do, face a few inches from Alucard's. ]
What would you ask of me, my princeling?
And he could go about trying to fix that, or making a response, but there's kissing happening. There's Alucard's grip on his hair grounding him, not pulling quite tightly enough to be painful, just enough to keep him aware of the rest of his body even when all he cares about right now are his lips and Alucard's.
He's flushed himself when he breaks the kiss, breathing hard enough to get in the way of that stupid taunting tone he keeps trying to do, face a few inches from Alucard's. ]
What would you ask of me, my princeling?
[It's far nicer like this, having a break in the conversation that Alucard cannot decide is laced in irony or complete sincerity. Why he's still having that debate within himself is also something to ponder, or at least it is until he puts his other hand back to Trevor's chest and makes it very clear that Trevor's shirt? Is a problem. Because there is tiddy under there, and he's only getting 75% of it right now - everything else is fabric. A problem.
So when the kiss finally breaks, and there's a grin on Alucard's lips even if his breath is heavier now, he at least has an answer.]
Unless your roguish wiles are going to figure out a clever way to make taking my coat off and getting rid of that shirt easier the further we go, back up just enough so we can take care of all those problems.
So when the kiss finally breaks, and there's a grin on Alucard's lips even if his breath is heavier now, he at least has an answer.]
Unless your roguish wiles are going to figure out a clever way to make taking my coat off and getting rid of that shirt easier the further we go, back up just enough so we can take care of all those problems.
[ It's too late, now, to take great mouthfuls of the water and spit them back out to get the taste out of his mouth. He probably should have thought of that before the water became so badly tainted with it.
And he doesn't joke. He doesn't say any of the obvious things. He doesn't say anything, just washes his hands and face, pulls his shirt off and tosses it into the room opposite the lab, the one that he'd broken open the door to. He'll burn it later. He only stops when the there's just as much blood in the water as there is on him and there's no more that he can clean away with it. It's diluted, at least, enough to allow Sypha to come close.
And she does come close, without hesitation. And that's fucking heartrending after all of this, how stubbornly she refuses to be afraid of him, and it's all he can do not to sob uselessly (not because of pride, not anymore, because there's none left. But crying right now means more fucking blood, means she has to back away again). ]
I'm a fucking monster. [ He says, eventually, as she curls up against the both of them, letting them both hold her weight. There's humor to it but it's sharp, bitter, absolutely not the sort of joke that Alucard was waiting for, and the laugh that follows is more like a growl than anything else. ]
And he doesn't joke. He doesn't say any of the obvious things. He doesn't say anything, just washes his hands and face, pulls his shirt off and tosses it into the room opposite the lab, the one that he'd broken open the door to. He'll burn it later. He only stops when the there's just as much blood in the water as there is on him and there's no more that he can clean away with it. It's diluted, at least, enough to allow Sypha to come close.
And she does come close, without hesitation. And that's fucking heartrending after all of this, how stubbornly she refuses to be afraid of him, and it's all he can do not to sob uselessly (not because of pride, not anymore, because there's none left. But crying right now means more fucking blood, means she has to back away again). ]
I'm a fucking monster. [ He says, eventually, as she curls up against the both of them, letting them both hold her weight. There's humor to it but it's sharp, bitter, absolutely not the sort of joke that Alucard was waiting for, and the laugh that follows is more like a growl than anything else. ]
[He wants to joke about dramatics. He wants to so bad, and maybe when it's all over and healed and scabbed over, Alucard will. But there's something worse about that statement, because Alucard remembers their first time in the Hold. How he talked to Sypha about where her affections seem to now lie, and if it was truly good to be with someone who was constructed of such self loathing and self destruction. He has accounted for the latter already. The former...
There's a horrible sigh that he doesn't clamp down, pulling the both as close as he can. His arms can and will take them both, but he can't find the right words that will convince Trevor no you're not. After this, he'll say the same thing, and they'll fight about it. God, and it had been less present over the years.
Shut up. That's an option to say too, but there's no kind way to say it. It's amazing how everything fails Alucard in this moment. They build up, they break, and they come together again. This time the broken pieces are tinier. Harder to put back together.
In the end, he settles on kissing the top of Trevor's head again.]
There's a horrible sigh that he doesn't clamp down, pulling the both as close as he can. His arms can and will take them both, but he can't find the right words that will convince Trevor no you're not. After this, he'll say the same thing, and they'll fight about it. God, and it had been less present over the years.
Shut up. That's an option to say too, but there's no kind way to say it. It's amazing how everything fails Alucard in this moment. They build up, they break, and they come together again. This time the broken pieces are tinier. Harder to put back together.
In the end, he settles on kissing the top of Trevor's head again.]
[ He hates that of the three, he's the most fragile - and he is, and he knows that he is. He's the oldest of them, the one trained from birth to face the greatest horrors that the world could force upon him. The one who's had the longest to steel himself to those horrors. The one softened the least by years of love.
And yet Alucard endures. And Sypha takes what hurts her and speaks it and turns it into soft, harmless words. And he breaks.
He leans against Alucard at that kiss. Both of them do. He holds on to both of them as tightly as he can (and perhaps the incense keeping him from holding them tighter is a blessing, because he imagines that he doesn't know his own strength right now. ]
How long until midnight?
And yet Alucard endures. And Sypha takes what hurts her and speaks it and turns it into soft, harmless words. And he breaks.
He leans against Alucard at that kiss. Both of them do. He holds on to both of them as tightly as he can (and perhaps the incense keeping him from holding them tighter is a blessing, because he imagines that he doesn't know his own strength right now. ]
How long until midnight?
Perhaps they were.
[ It wouldn't be the first time that one of them has demanded Alucard float for just a moment to make undressing him without interrupting what they're doing easier.
But he relents, because him making demands of Alucard doesn't match the stupid, stupid tone he's decided to set for this whole thing. With a last, short kiss, he moves back and stands, pulling off his shirt. Because who is he to refuse a command? ]
[ It wouldn't be the first time that one of them has demanded Alucard float for just a moment to make undressing him without interrupting what they're doing easier.
But he relents, because him making demands of Alucard doesn't match the stupid, stupid tone he's decided to set for this whole thing. With a last, short kiss, he moves back and stands, pulling off his shirt. Because who is he to refuse a command? ]
...I have no idea.
[Time's slipped by rather badly this time around. All three of them have been caught up in this horror that to go and check a clock just hasn't happened. Alucard admits it with a soft embarrassment. They should be keeping better track of time, all of their work in fixing this requires that fact.
He doesn't move to check though. Sypha's staying put. Trevor's too cold arms are there, and they're still Trevor's arms so who cares about warmth or cold so long as they are Trevor's? Alucard would kiss Trevor on the lips and taste his own blood in his mouth if it wouldn't make the thought of monster even worse.]
[Time's slipped by rather badly this time around. All three of them have been caught up in this horror that to go and check a clock just hasn't happened. Alucard admits it with a soft embarrassment. They should be keeping better track of time, all of their work in fixing this requires that fact.
He doesn't move to check though. Sypha's staying put. Trevor's too cold arms are there, and they're still Trevor's arms so who cares about warmth or cold so long as they are Trevor's? Alucard would kiss Trevor on the lips and taste his own blood in his mouth if it wouldn't make the thought of monster even worse.]
Now, now. I can either be spoiled or dramatic. I cannot possibly be both.
[The floating thing is absolutely dramatic for the sake of it. Even Alucard knows that, in spite of convenience from time to time.
In the time Trevor's sat up to move back, Alucard's had just enough time to absolutely abuse vampire speed and get his coat not only off but tossed entirely to the side. His shirt can wait just a moment though, because the minute that shirt is off, Alucard's kissing Trevor's chest. Because it's there, he wants to touch all that skin underneath, and because vampire speed is great.]
[The floating thing is absolutely dramatic for the sake of it. Even Alucard knows that, in spite of convenience from time to time.
In the time Trevor's sat up to move back, Alucard's had just enough time to absolutely abuse vampire speed and get his coat not only off but tossed entirely to the side. His shirt can wait just a moment though, because the minute that shirt is off, Alucard's kissing Trevor's chest. Because it's there, he wants to touch all that skin underneath, and because vampire speed is great.]
[ He goes quiet, and it's partly because what is there to say, and partly because there's a quiet snore from between them, and it's all he can do to look down at her and laugh quietly and genuinely. She's a miracle, a wonder, being able to sleep at a time like this (or perhaps being able to sleep because of a time like this. That's how she functions. There's safe, and there's nothing she can do to make things better, and she's exhausted and so she sleeps because it's just that simple sometimes).
And he waits. This is as peaceful as it is terrible now, and that has to be enough.
(He doesn't sleep as a vampire. Not because of any quirk of physiology - he probably oughtn't need to sleep so much, but the effort of turning probably should affect that. It's because of that conversation he had with Alucard a few nights ago, about sleeping as a wolf and the twitching of paws in his sleep. They never investigated that (they should, when this is over, because it feels nice to have a 'when this is over' to look forward to) but he'd rather not find out if the same applies to him, if he'd have his own quirks when sleeping as a vampire.)
It takes a while. It had felt like forever, the turning and the feeding and the cleaning, but apparently it had only been maybe half an hour because time is like that, dragging itself along slowly when the world has its metaphorical heel on one's metaphorical cock. But eventually it happens. It's the third time now, and he's come to expect the strange force behind his ribs. ]
Heartbeat. Felt it. [ He says, as if the sudden movement of his body, as if he's just been punched in the chest, wasn't a giveaway. ] It's happening.
And he waits. This is as peaceful as it is terrible now, and that has to be enough.
(He doesn't sleep as a vampire. Not because of any quirk of physiology - he probably oughtn't need to sleep so much, but the effort of turning probably should affect that. It's because of that conversation he had with Alucard a few nights ago, about sleeping as a wolf and the twitching of paws in his sleep. They never investigated that (they should, when this is over, because it feels nice to have a 'when this is over' to look forward to) but he'd rather not find out if the same applies to him, if he'd have his own quirks when sleeping as a vampire.)
It takes a while. It had felt like forever, the turning and the feeding and the cleaning, but apparently it had only been maybe half an hour because time is like that, dragging itself along slowly when the world has its metaphorical heel on one's metaphorical cock. But eventually it happens. It's the third time now, and he's come to expect the strange force behind his ribs. ]
Heartbeat. Felt it. [ He says, as if the sudden movement of his body, as if he's just been punched in the chest, wasn't a giveaway. ] It's happening.
[Alucard's pretty sure that Sypha's asleep out of a combination of stress, exhaustion, and the more usual weight of the two of them around her. The last one's important, and she needs that sleep so very badly. He does too, he's well aware that he's gotten maybe six hours in full, and he needs more in order to work properly. This situation, it's not quite recovering from Carmilla, but it's closer. He's demanding more of himself, so his body must rest more like a human's.
He keeps his eyes open for a very long time, just watching the two in his arms. Saying nothing, not even venturing a sigh. They need this quiet, and they'll have it until Trevor's internal body clock realizes that midnight has come, and they must relieve this experience again.
So when it does, Alucard nudges Sypha awake.]
Okay.
[Alucard's calm. God, he's too calm isn't he? He has that thought as Sypha gets to her feet, and she's quick to move the bucket out of the way and into a corner so that they can avoid ay spills.
It does not escape Alucard's notice that the incense still hangs in the air. That's new. He doesn't say it out loud, but they'll all wonder it in a few minutes: will that help ease this transformation?]
He keeps his eyes open for a very long time, just watching the two in his arms. Saying nothing, not even venturing a sigh. They need this quiet, and they'll have it until Trevor's internal body clock realizes that midnight has come, and they must relieve this experience again.
So when it does, Alucard nudges Sypha awake.]
Okay.
[Alucard's calm. God, he's too calm isn't he? He has that thought as Sypha gets to her feet, and she's quick to move the bucket out of the way and into a corner so that they can avoid ay spills.
It does not escape Alucard's notice that the incense still hangs in the air. That's new. He doesn't say it out loud, but they'll all wonder it in a few minutes: will that help ease this transformation?]
[ Alucard times it brilliantly, suddenly pressed against Trevor's chest as he finishes pulling the shirt away from his arms, meaning that Trevor already has his arms around him without needing to think about it. And then Alucard's hands and mouth are on his chest and- fuck, it's as nice to think about as it is to experience, really, that Alucard is perfect, perfect, and yet there is a part of him that he can't help but touch.
It's more than a little flattering. ]
Enlighten me. Which one is this?
[ Because this seems both spoiled and dramatic at once to him. ]
It's more than a little flattering. ]
Enlighten me. Which one is this?
[ Because this seems both spoiled and dramatic at once to him. ]
[The response is muffled against Trevor's skin first, barely able to be heard. One of his hands is on Trevor's, not grabbing for that ass yet because Trevor's going to need to move at some point. He's not going to impede movement just...indulge a bit. Because kissing all over Trevor's chest is a favorite activity, just like putting his free hand on the side of Trevor's chest he isn't kissing and groping whatever he can is.
But he's polite enough to pull away after he realizes how hard to interpret that reply was.]
Spoiled.
But he's polite enough to pull away after he realizes how hard to interpret that reply was.]
Spoiled.
[ 'Ease' is a strong word, maybe. It doesn't relieve the pain. But it keeps Trevor's movements and sounds slow and deliberate and safe. He doesn't thrash about, he doesn't scream, just curls in upon himself in agony. Soft whines and sobs come from him.
It also allows for pinpointing of the exact moment when he starts to count as 'human', because it's about halfway through the transformation that the whines become a much harsher yell and he begins beating a fist against the floor.
And then it's done, and the tension fades from his body, and the floor beneath him - he'd fallen on to his side somewhere in that process and only just notices now he can feel the cold stone against one cheek - is clean of bloodstains, and the door behind them is repaired and he just lies there gasping for breath. ]
It also allows for pinpointing of the exact moment when he starts to count as 'human', because it's about halfway through the transformation that the whines become a much harsher yell and he begins beating a fist against the floor.
And then it's done, and the tension fades from his body, and the floor beneath him - he'd fallen on to his side somewhere in that process and only just notices now he can feel the cold stone against one cheek - is clean of bloodstains, and the door behind them is repaired and he just lies there gasping for breath. ]
[Part of Alucard is still a scientist trying to figure out all of this. It...it helps him with something he's thought about with the stone and the system to remove toxins, and how they might prevent any premature removal of the needles needed for transfusion. They'll have to use the incense, because it will keep everything in place. Nothing will be batted away.
But the rest of him is still aghast, and it means that this time through the transformation, Alucard is right down on the floor next to Trevor. Curling up on himself means at least Alucard can put a hand on Trevor's back, firm and if not reassuring, at least present in a way that he couldn't be before. It is not ideal. But it isn't worse as far as he's concerned, so at least there is improvement.
The fist on the floor does no one any good. Alucard tries to make it still, make it stop, and then everything is over for now. Trevor's face is dragged into Alucard's lap. There's a cool hand on his cheek. The other is in his hair.
I'm here. I'm here. You're not a monster. I'm here.]
But the rest of him is still aghast, and it means that this time through the transformation, Alucard is right down on the floor next to Trevor. Curling up on himself means at least Alucard can put a hand on Trevor's back, firm and if not reassuring, at least present in a way that he couldn't be before. It is not ideal. But it isn't worse as far as he's concerned, so at least there is improvement.
The fist on the floor does no one any good. Alucard tries to make it still, make it stop, and then everything is over for now. Trevor's face is dragged into Alucard's lap. There's a cool hand on his cheek. The other is in his hair.
I'm here. I'm here. You're not a monster. I'm here.]
[ Human. He's human again. And it hurts, but he can deal with that. Fuck, he's willing to just live with the pain of turning back for as long as it takes if it means he can just remain himself and never, never, never do that again.
He can feel Alucard's hands on his face and in his hair as the pain recedes enough to let him sense things outside of it. And Sypha is there, taking his hand and holding it for a moment before moving her hands up his arm, testing and measuring. He's lost no more muscle mass since the turning back last night (they hadn't noticed so much after the first night, all too relieved that they might have a chance to undo this. It was the second night when they took note of it, because both of them settled against his chest and apparently both of them are informed enough about his chest to notice changes). The feeding achieved that, at least, his body using Alucard's blood to fuel its constant changing and changing back rather than consuming itself.
(Sypha seems relieved by it, but he doesn't find it nearly so comforting as she does. He's starved before, he'd rather do it again than this new, horrible, unfamiliar shit.) ]
Well. [ And it hurts, it hurts, but he's a little more capable of horrible humor now. ] That's information for the hold, I suppose. Being a vampire has no effect at all on one's self-control. It's as bad as ever.
He can feel Alucard's hands on his face and in his hair as the pain recedes enough to let him sense things outside of it. And Sypha is there, taking his hand and holding it for a moment before moving her hands up his arm, testing and measuring. He's lost no more muscle mass since the turning back last night (they hadn't noticed so much after the first night, all too relieved that they might have a chance to undo this. It was the second night when they took note of it, because both of them settled against his chest and apparently both of them are informed enough about his chest to notice changes). The feeding achieved that, at least, his body using Alucard's blood to fuel its constant changing and changing back rather than consuming itself.
(Sypha seems relieved by it, but he doesn't find it nearly so comforting as she does. He's starved before, he'd rather do it again than this new, horrible, unfamiliar shit.) ]
Well. [ And it hurts, it hurts, but he's a little more capable of horrible humor now. ] That's information for the hold, I suppose. Being a vampire has no effect at all on one's self-control. It's as bad as ever.
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