[It isn't until Sypha heals the wound that Alucard even dares to entertain the thought that somehow, this has worked. He still has the stone in his hand as Sypha drags Trevor close to her. He's just staring at them both in total disbelief.
He gets to his feet, stone left on the floor for a moment. Goes over to the box of medical tools they've stashed in the corner in case ther was a need, and with that he takes out bandages. Bandages because the injection site will not heal automatically.
(It won't heal automatically!)
It's so easy to focus on the requirements for removing the transfusion equipment. Needles out. Bandages applied with all the right pressure. Equipment moved far away in case there is any horrible lingering vampire blood that can undo all of this.
He's whole. He's human. He looks like absolute shit. (There is a joke about how Trevor always looks like shit. Or maybe the Vampire Jesus joke is better. No. That comes after a few days of quiet.) He's Trevor again, in all the ways that matter most. And for that there's a thin, nervous laugh that betrays total bewilderment at this success, before Alucard buries his head on Trevor's chest and settles besides his heartbeat.
They have to make sure this doesn't reset. Alucard's not actually sure Trevor can stand easily, never mind go through a barrier. Or a magic mirror. But it has to be done, and then the two of them can order the Belmont to rest and pack up the estate. There's too much equipment scattered around, they have to deal with the horse too, and and and
and Trevor is human so everything else is lighteness.
And because he can. Because it'd be wrong not to, there's a softer laugh from Alucard, pressed against that very same heart.]
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He gets to his feet, stone left on the floor for a moment. Goes over to the box of medical tools they've stashed in the corner in case ther was a need, and with that he takes out bandages. Bandages because the injection site will not heal automatically.
(It won't heal automatically!)
It's so easy to focus on the requirements for removing the transfusion equipment. Needles out. Bandages applied with all the right pressure. Equipment moved far away in case there is any horrible lingering vampire blood that can undo all of this.
He's whole. He's human. He looks like absolute shit. (There is a joke about how Trevor always looks like shit. Or maybe the Vampire Jesus joke is better. No. That comes after a few days of quiet.) He's Trevor again, in all the ways that matter most. And for that there's a thin, nervous laugh that betrays total bewilderment at this success, before Alucard buries his head on Trevor's chest and settles besides his heartbeat.
They have to make sure this doesn't reset. Alucard's not actually sure Trevor can stand easily, never mind go through a barrier. Or a magic mirror. But it has to be done, and then the two of them can order the Belmont to rest and pack up the estate. There's too much equipment scattered around, they have to deal with the horse too, and and and
and Trevor is human so everything else is lighteness.
And because he can. Because it'd be wrong not to, there's a softer laugh from Alucard, pressed against that very same heart.]
I'm back to being the worst vampire in Europe.