[Idle threat. It's an idle threat until whoever it is on Alucard's doorstep takes out charcol and starts to scrawl on the door of his home. (And it is just his home now, isn't it?)
There's no good way to indicate that he'll be down presently. So he rises to his feet and banks on whichever European import of a hunter who has landed here to have just enough patience to not do the stupid, stupid thing he's threatening.
(His father didn't speak of specific families much, not around him. Just that there were Belmonts and cousins, they had relations in the Americas but the wide open spaces of the country were a protective barrier of their own. Perhaps this is one of those Belmonts.)
When Alucard does open the door (and it takes a few minutes, he travels at the speed of men now), it is in his usual black coat. He has buttoned it up to hide the bandages that are underneath still. No one knows about this yet.
What is on his step gets a look of absolute and utter disdain.]
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There's no good way to indicate that he'll be down presently. So he rises to his feet and banks on whichever European import of a hunter who has landed here to have just enough patience to not do the stupid, stupid thing he's threatening.
(His father didn't speak of specific families much, not around him. Just that there were Belmonts and cousins, they had relations in the Americas but the wide open spaces of the country were a protective barrier of their own. Perhaps this is one of those Belmonts.)
When Alucard does open the door (and it takes a few minutes, he travels at the speed of men now), it is in his usual black coat. He has buttoned it up to hide the bandages that are underneath still. No one knows about this yet.
What is on his step gets a look of absolute and utter disdain.]
Dracula is not at home.