[There is cold comfort in the smell of burning flesh. Alucard does not watch either body burn, and as the fires die, the stench still lingers. It is a smell with too many horrible memories associated with it, and now he gets to add another memory to that list.
Trevor's holding on as best he can. That's good. A relief. The stone, Sypha's taken that before holding onto Trevor, it's in the case the other two built for it now. Safe and encased in silver, never to be used again. Holding onto it alone was terrifying, feeling that stark change in power and ability. After those horrible things at the estate, no wonder his father clung to that thing. It was everything he could not be when it mattered most.
They're gathered up in his arms the best that they can. Trevor, Sypha, two. Not whole now, but present. And with all the presence of mind that Alucard has, he mutters something, and white light engulfs all three of them.
It is harder to ride the arc of lightening with three. Those split second landings require enough calculation to ensure everyone is there, no one is outside the safe zone, and it takes three, four, five leaps through France in order to put them close to the estate. They land in the sunshine, and push through the barrier with the barest struggle this time. Old hat, the barrier. Easier to resist now because of practice and because of every other emotion pumping through their veins.
Those are actions that demand too much of Alucard's strength. He'd be fine if the lightning was just himself, but to drag two other people in tow, it's like coming from Wallachia again. There is no time to acknowledge that. There is only getting into the kitchen and immediately putting Trevor down onto the makeshift bed that the three of them have been using for the past two months.
They're at the estate. Alucard can let his face betray all the horrible worry and terror and anger on his face now, because this is unfolding again.]
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Trevor's holding on as best he can. That's good. A relief. The stone, Sypha's taken that before holding onto Trevor, it's in the case the other two built for it now. Safe and encased in silver, never to be used again. Holding onto it alone was terrifying, feeling that stark change in power and ability. After those horrible things at the estate, no wonder his father clung to that thing. It was everything he could not be when it mattered most.
They're gathered up in his arms the best that they can. Trevor, Sypha, two. Not whole now, but present. And with all the presence of mind that Alucard has, he mutters something, and white light engulfs all three of them.
It is harder to ride the arc of lightening with three. Those split second landings require enough calculation to ensure everyone is there, no one is outside the safe zone, and it takes three, four, five leaps through France in order to put them close to the estate. They land in the sunshine, and push through the barrier with the barest struggle this time. Old hat, the barrier. Easier to resist now because of practice and because of every other emotion pumping through their veins.
Those are actions that demand too much of Alucard's strength. He'd be fine if the lightning was just himself, but to drag two other people in tow, it's like coming from Wallachia again. There is no time to acknowledge that. There is only getting into the kitchen and immediately putting Trevor down onto the makeshift bed that the three of them have been using for the past two months.
They're at the estate. Alucard can let his face betray all the horrible worry and terror and anger on his face now, because this is unfolding again.]