[ The Hold is unchanged, but as it grows further away from what Trevor can perceive it becomes less and less real. Even up close, things look like soft-edged shapes, the way they might from far away. Eventually, it all dissolves into a blur.
The sounds grow no less sharp from halfway up the Hold's steps. All that has changes is that Alucard now has a view of himself and the four Belmont siblings from above rather than from the side. He is struggling now, eyes red, claws and fangs out, as Leontine watches on and the youngest sister holds Trevor still. He has to watch. He has to watch. He has to watch, to remember that this is a monster.
The funeral coat. Fetch it.
The eldest speaks, and Enid moves to disagree. Not for Alucard's sake, but because they know full well what that will do. It will give her no new information. They have a vampire close to Dracula's power, Trevor's falling victim to this spell was a blessing in disguise for that - it warrants further study. But the youngest follows the orders of the eldest and leaves Trevor's side, returning with a long coat woven with silver, the kind that the Belmonts dress their dead in to keep them from rising once again. And then there is another voice. A familiar voice. Alucard's. Strained, but unnaturally clear. ]
Release me.
[ The sisters don't seem to have heard it, Enid and Leontine continuing their squabble. Revenge and a swift end to their brother's current humiliating state against pragmatism and all that could be learned from this vampire that can go about by day. Trevor hears it. He doesn't have the key, does he? Enid has the key, carrying it a safe distance from the trapped vampire. His fingers wrap around a silver knife from the work table, and he moves closer to his sister. ]
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The sounds grow no less sharp from halfway up the Hold's steps. All that has changes is that Alucard now has a view of himself and the four Belmont siblings from above rather than from the side. He is struggling now, eyes red, claws and fangs out, as Leontine watches on and the youngest sister holds Trevor still. He has to watch. He has to watch. He has to watch, to remember that this is a monster.
The funeral coat. Fetch it.
The eldest speaks, and Enid moves to disagree. Not for Alucard's sake, but because they know full well what that will do. It will give her no new information. They have a vampire close to Dracula's power, Trevor's falling victim to this spell was a blessing in disguise for that - it warrants further study. But the youngest follows the orders of the eldest and leaves Trevor's side, returning with a long coat woven with silver, the kind that the Belmonts dress their dead in to keep them from rising once again. And then there is another voice. A familiar voice. Alucard's. Strained, but unnaturally clear. ]
Release me.
[ The sisters don't seem to have heard it, Enid and Leontine continuing their squabble. Revenge and a swift end to their brother's current humiliating state against pragmatism and all that could be learned from this vampire that can go about by day. Trevor hears it. He doesn't have the key, does he? Enid has the key, carrying it a safe distance from the trapped vampire. His fingers wrap around a silver knife from the work table, and he moves closer to his sister. ]