[Top down. The estate was small enough to allow for such an approach. A small estate for just one vampire, living as modestly as a vampire can all things considered. It was a quiet, fascinating, frusterating thing to discover because this was the kind of vampire that generally was left alone. Disappearances were limited. Nothing untowards was ever done. Which meant this kind of behavior was about making a point, and Alucard had a horrible, sinking feeling about what it could be.
None of them had accounted for spells this powerful. It was stupid of them, and for this, they've all been separated. Sypha thrown to the darkness one way, and then down, down and he cannot not run after her. They're both human. She can't survive a fall.
Vampiric speed is the only reason he catches her. Sypha's spells have fired in every direction but the right one, and it scares him to see her so off balance. She needs that moment to recollect herself, so Alucard has her ride his back. Has her hang on as he runs back to where they were before, and then takes hand in hers to guide her through the dark.
Trust. That's all that hand is right now, trust that Alucard's eyes can see what must be seen. He heard something slam through the upper levels, and there is a madness of opening every door that he can. Nothing's locked.
Nothing's locked because whatever is being done to Trevor is meant to be seen. The thought occurs to him as they start to run out of doors, Sypha saying something about there being another wing, Alucard hissing back that he knows where the sound came from and then....
...then they reach the right door, and blood runs cold.
There are teeth where there should never be teeth. Hands that should never touch that head. And Alucard cannot run in recklessly because it might cost Trevor's life. Have his throat ripped out, the blood everywhere, everywhere but where it should be. It's all he can imagine, and in that horrible moment, it is Sypha who acts. Sypha who sends a horrible spike of ice as a warning shot, because she too knows that to hit the vampire is to let Trevor die.]
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None of them had accounted for spells this powerful. It was stupid of them, and for this, they've all been separated. Sypha thrown to the darkness one way, and then down, down and he cannot not run after her. They're both human. She can't survive a fall.
Vampiric speed is the only reason he catches her. Sypha's spells have fired in every direction but the right one, and it scares him to see her so off balance. She needs that moment to recollect herself, so Alucard has her ride his back. Has her hang on as he runs back to where they were before, and then takes hand in hers to guide her through the dark.
Trust. That's all that hand is right now, trust that Alucard's eyes can see what must be seen. He heard something slam through the upper levels, and there is a madness of opening every door that he can. Nothing's locked.
Nothing's locked because whatever is being done to Trevor is meant to be seen. The thought occurs to him as they start to run out of doors, Sypha saying something about there being another wing, Alucard hissing back that he knows where the sound came from and then....
...then they reach the right door, and blood runs cold.
There are teeth where there should never be teeth. Hands that should never touch that head. And Alucard cannot run in recklessly because it might cost Trevor's life. Have his throat ripped out, the blood everywhere, everywhere but where it should be. It's all he can imagine, and in that horrible moment, it is Sypha who acts. Sypha who sends a horrible spike of ice as a warning shot, because she too knows that to hit the vampire is to let Trevor die.]