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20s AU Post

Current Carmilla plot outline
--Post-fire, Carmilla and Mr. Peanut team up mostly to use each other. Carmilla's spent the past several months (since November, it is now February 1925) networking, and it's clear to her that Alucard's not suited for the position and that the other two are the obvious weakness. Mr Peanut needs something back, so this is perfect on her end. Mr Peanut can only imagine the joys of vampire blood in his work, and he'd like an army of vampires for his own ends.
--Shit stirring from Mr Peanut (all of March?)
--Mr Peanut also begins to sell mis Miracle Serum, which has vampire blood in it.
--Gang is very much trying to murder Mr Peanut during this.
--Start of April, vampire gets a call from one of the blood bank contacts that 3 patients have come in and are displaying some bizarre signs. Investigation yields the fact that they're in process of turning, and they've all taken the same serum.
--Additional investigation reveals O FUCK IT MR PEANUT
--Meanwhile Carmilla's been made aware of a familiar she didn't sire, so she knows something's up. Big fight with Mr. Peanut and thus Mr. Peanut is left depowered
--Gang commits a murder
--Carmilla's well sured up on her contacts now, and it's time for open rebellion (mid-April)
--In a more subtle attempt to let Alucard just step aside, she cuts the breaks on demon car and shows up to gloat/suggest he not pull a dad and go to deal with his grief quietly while she runs the city. The how he wants to do it is up to him (black widow joke goes here.) Treffy and Sypha walk in.
--1 week of straight up rebellion; feedings, no help from allies, need to do damage control instead of fight carmilla, every dracula rule is
--MEANWHILE IN GRAVITY FALLS, triangle shows Vlad what's up to try and psyche him out, somehow this finalyl snaps Vlad out of his depression and he heads home
--Just in time for Alucard and Carmilla to be tearing each other to bits in one of the bayous, it's not going well
--Vlad coming in means the king of vampires is accosted by a belmont with a pair of blessed knitting needles and a speaker with a fucking gun and he's just like what the shit happened to the world while i was gone
--Wards around the fight means that only demon car can break the wards, everyone has to pile in.
--Carmilla gets her ass kicked AND SENT TO THE JUSTICE DIMENSION

THEN THERE WERE FAERIES.
--Prior to all of this the vampire and Sypha have done a shit ton of research on how to get their Belmont back
--Sypha has also been practicing debating with dad, which leaves everyone Very Tired.
--When Trevor is actually snatched up (1 year after marriage, it takes fae effort. Taking Arn's shape fails, so it's a lot more kidnapping by force), Sypha and Alucard go into Faerie
--But they're playing this as politics, not as heroes rescuing their damsel, so that means the faeries are just "wait what now excuse u?"
--There are 3 gates and 3 trials (the particulars we're still bullshitting.) Each is asked to sacrifice 3 things. (Alucard: voice, his titles as bestowed upon by his father and his people, i forget the third; Sypha: her human form (she's a birb), fuck what were the other two)
--They enter the court at the end of the third trial. After LITERALLY ALL THE TITLES Sypha declares she Speaks for Trevor Belmont
--Claim debate over Trevor, turns out that the rules are in Sypha's favor.
--But that means debating to leave Fae without giving up what they've chosen.
--Sypha lawyers it all out, Alucard is a safety deposit and hangs out with Fae!Trevor
--In the end, safe passage out of Faerie consists of Sypha giving up her memory of the necromancer (billed as a great mage she studied under), the vampire gives up his immortality, and Trevor is replaced with Carmilla (dad was aware of this option and OK with it), but Trevor has his ability to swear taken. He now soundslike a rubber ducky when he tries
--Everyone gets home okay, except for the AU of this AU where the gang fails, but Trevor's on their doorstep like a bat out of Hell because time doesn't work right and he's been in Hell for a WHILE.

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If you're going to the hospital? I'll tag along. I'd really, really like to be in a place where literally nobody is going to consider me an expert on anything.

[ He's had a child's life in his hands for the last three days and he hates it. Please, please take him somewhere where he's the actual last person who'll be called upon to act as a doctor. ]

And- just brace yourself before you call her? She's- fuck, I'm not sure there's a word for how livid she is about this. We had to get Tanti to be the voice of reason. [ Florence, the one arguing for mercy and patience. ] Talked her down from three days. I don't know that she's calm enough to even want this to end well right now.

[That kind of anger makes Alucard's face pale. There's paper with more color than him, and the hand that was resting on the phone retreats.]

I'll call her later when there's more information to be had then.

[With that finalized, the vampire rises to his feet, transforming into the perfect icy wall of imperial disinterest that he must always wear with his job.]

I need to get changed and take several pieces of my own equipment with me. I'll meet you at the car in ten minutes, and we'll drive in together. If...

[Alucard shakes his head.]

Nap in the backseat on the way there. You could use one of my depression naps.

Probably better that way. If she's still like this, I'll pass the information on.

[ In truth, he's no less furious. But it's not aimed at Alucard, and he's really far too exhausted to keep up any level of rage. He rolls his eyes at the suggestion that he sleep, but he doesn't argue. Napping in various cars is fast becoming the only time he sleeps. He's probably the only person to ever have managed to sleep in a car that has Florence at the wheel.

And true enough, he is asleep in the back of the car when Alucard makes his way to it, seatbelted very creatively (always! seatbelt!). ]

Would you like it?

[She hides a smile in her mug, nursing another drink that's just slightly bigger than she'd thought it was when she took it, and has to gulp a little to get it down before she can go on.]

I would like it, I think. Watching him put his mouth all over you.

Oh, you know. Whipping cream, or grenadine. Syrup, but that would be sticky.

[For a second or two, she watches him quietly, gauging his mood and the warmth of his smile before letting her head tip to one side, silently offering the column of her neck to him while her hand over his recedes slightly, no longer out to inhibit him from touching her.]

Ice cream, but that would be so cold. Champagne. Wine, perhaps.

[ He takes a very thoughtful sip, turning that mental image - both of those mental images - over in his mind. For just a little too long, until he's taken a full gulp's worth of small, thoughtful sips. ]

It'd be- I'd have to get my head around 'what the fuck, she's bleeding', I think. But once I did- yeah. I think so.

That may be best.

[Then the vampire is off, all cold purpose and steeled nerves, unhappy about the events and hurt by the letter's contents, if only because he cannot fathom having to fight against any of the women who have been his firmest allies up until this point. To have to protect people who dislike him greatly from them and their wrath. If there weren't other motivating factors, that one would be enough.

Alucard doesn't bother to wake Trevor up by the time he gets to the car. The vampire has had to change, and he's put on a pitch black three piece suit that has just enough gold accents to look somewhat noteworthy while otherwise being totally ordinary looking. His hair is pulled back and piled up, ready to do labwork the moment he is permitted to do so. A leather carrying case, large and boxy, is placed into the front seat beside him, and there's quiet as he drives them both to the hospital that has reported the problem.

He wakes Trevor when they arrive, and then leads them both in through a side entrance. Alucard walks through the halls without gathering a single question of should you be back here? as all they pass is lab room after office. He stops at one lab door and rests his hand on the door.]

If I tend to looking at blood samples, can you review documents and take notes on any commonalities?

Ice cream would be terrible for this environment and even worse back home. Something thicker would-- [Oh. Oh no he refuses to start a sentence like that.] Things that don't run as much would probably be better, at least to begin with.

[That champagne thought is absolutely on the table for later.

He very much can take a hint though, keenly aware that the angle Sypha has placed herself at is not an invitation but an expressed request. The hand that is on her thigh squeezes as he presses a soft kiss to where neck and shoulder meet, then lingers on that same spot with tongue.]

Yeah- [ And he's interrupted by a long yawn, so he'll try again. ] -Yeah. I'll- I could use some of this sort of work, really.

[ Words. Nice, impersonal words, about people that don't have to exist as anything other than puzzles to be solved. He can detatch so much more easily than Alucard can. It's why he's good at going through Dracula's darker records.

Thankfully, Alucard's presence lends him some legitimacy, because he's an unwashed stubble man who hasn't slept properly in days. Nobody calls him out on being somewhere he oughtn't be in his presence. ]

I- have blood, too. [ Well congratulations. He PROBABLY means blood from the child victim. ] For when we're back. Need to do magic shit with it, but- I'd really rather be rested for that. And have Sypha around, just in case I find someone I shouldn't.

And now I've got you thinking about it.

[There's absolute contentment in her tone as she chuckles under her breath, relaxing and going a little more boneless in his arms as he starts to warm up to her again. Notions of sharp teeth are ultimately negligible, she muses idly, when what really matters are the moments like this, showing her precisely the attention she's craving.]

Given you ideas. You always go over the top when you're caught by an idea. S'nice.

See. I told you that you were protective.

[She sits back a little bit, still with her mug clasped in both her hands, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she takes stock of the warmth the alcohol is starting to radiate through her — fuzzy and pleasant and softening everything a little at the edges.]

So, so protective of me. The both of you, you'd let me get away with anything I wanted, maybe. Don't you think? Give me anything. You both do. ...Say that, I mean. That you would.

Tomorrow. Focus on that tomorrow. All we'll do when we get home is sleep. You already need it.

[It's the kindest way to say that Trevor looks like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag. With that, Alucard walks into the lab and plows through all of the pleasantries. Doctor Alexander Scarpa, Trevor Belmont. A friend of Alucard's mother, one aware of the city's supernatural side. Older, in his 40s, thick mustache and with an Italian accent that comes out only over certain words. He speaks warmly, even as the situation and all it's direness is explained.

Four patients, now three. All with what was first thought to be TB, now privately murmured to be something darker. The fourth one died only this morning with the sun, hence the call to Mr. Tepes. (Not Lisa's boy. Not regent. Mr. Tepes. Alucard feels strangely better for those words.) Alucard unpacks the equipment he brought with him as the explanation is given, the microscope featuring not one lens to look down but two, and it's with a grim little smile he apologizes to Dr. Scarpa and that they can talk technical matters later.

The blood is over in the corner, labeled. I've left the records not far from them. I'll be on duty tonight, so please come find me in the east wing with questions or solutions.

With that, he's gone. With that, Alucard's already walking over to grab the blood, leading Trevor to take the records.]

[There's an annoyed rumble that ends up being pressed to Sypha's neck, because it is UNFAIR to call him out while he's doing this precious. It's equally rude for him to lift his head up and interrupt Sypha's descent into absolute contentment.]

You can make fun of me or I can keep at this. It is terribly rude to ask me to do one while you do the other.

[They use the word rude too much. It is a terrible catchall, and Alucard's content to be rude back to Sypha. He presses his tongue to where it was before, and then with pressure that's just enough to make it known he is there, moves it all the way up to Sypha's jaw in one smooth, steady stroke.]

W-Who said I was making — ngh —

[There was an ending to that sentence, probably, but it dissolves into a noise halfway between a moan and a purr when he starts to tease her; her eyes are half-lidded, lashes heavy, and her gaze wanders idly to the fireglow more because the flickering of the flames is easy to watch and get distracted by, easy to unfocus on yet still enjoy while Alucard works her over.]

Be nice...

[She lets her head fall a little further to the side, opening up even easier access to the curve of her cheek and jaw.]

You absolutely were. If you get to yell at Trevor and myself, fair is fair.

[The lack of ending doesn't preclude him getting a few last words in edgewise. Nor does the direction of where Sypha really wants him preclude the vampire from using his other hand to stroke her cheek. To carefully turn his head to face him, just for a few moments. Just long enough to steal a single and far too deep kiss, before he returns his attention to her neck.

Specifically, where jaw and neck meet, and there's a kiss there to match the intensity of the last.]

I think this is nice, hm?

[You wanted bullying the Speaker, right Sypha?]

So we say that we will, and then we don't?

[ He chuckles, still maybe thinking about that last conversation topic just a little too much. ]

Oathbreaking's a grave accusation, Miss Belnades.

I don't yell...

[Her sentences are growing more and more heavily accented by the second, the influence thickening over lilt and cadence the more he distracts her. It shows, too, in the way there isn't even the slightest hint of resistance when he tries to guide her to turn her head; she goes with him willingly, like putty in his hands, and sighs happily against his mouth.]

Mm. The couch fort adds a certain something to it, I think.

Perhaps.

[Alucard's rude enough to pause this, as he's realized something important.]

From the roominess, it was also absolutely built for three.

[So this is possibly jumping the gun. A thing to annoy the vampire and appropriately snug place to make out don't have to be separate at all.

Revelation over. The hand on Sypha's cheek slides down, now cradling the other side of her neck. His hands are much warmer, thanks to her simply being in his arms, and his thumb resting over the pulse point on that side probably counts as rude as well.

The rest of Alucard is occupied with making sure that wonderful boneless feeling Sypha is not only feeling but making known in her words continues. His hair brushes against her neck as his mouth moves downward, although there's no speed. He picks a spot and the kiss he presses to it lingers. Alternates with a brief lick, then another kiss just as intense as the last. Repeat as he travels back down, aware that there's going to be fabric in the way if he wishes to extend to her shoulder.]

Well. I haven't tested it yet, I don't think.

[Probably. Maybe? She thinks about that a little too long, perhaps, trying to decide on an answer before eventually surrendering to a solid shrug and making circles with her mug to make the wine swirl inside it.]

So perhaps not oathbreaking yet. Or am I in trouble now, for my accuse? ...Accuse...ing. For my accusing.

[ He sets about looking through the records. It's not really work that lends itself to staying awake, but standing to read through them at least makes dozing off difficult. His handwriting's suffering from tiredness, but that's about it.

He looks for the obvious things first. Signs of strange cuts or markings on the body. A few on one patient. The boy had had open sores from a bout of chicken pox that had turned nasty. But nothing consistent. Blood type, and whether they would have been given blood transfusions. None have, and there are no matches there.

There is one thing, though. He taps his pen against the desk to get Alucard's attention. ]

This is weak as fuck, but- [ There's no connection between these conditions at all, only that they were there immediately before the turning started. ] -all of them came in for something other than the sypmtoms of the turning. Shortness of breath in one, pain from a broken toe for the other, heart problems in the dead man. The boy at church, too. He'd just come away from a nasty scrap with chicken pox. They all must be fairly close to here, to have come to this hospital instead of another.

The same doctor, maybe? Maybe they'd have seen someone else before bringing it to the hospital.

Perhaps.

[ And he puts his mug down on the coffee table for a moment, considering. ]

But then, you still have a chance to prove that it's true. Go ahead and test it. What is it you think I wouldn't give you?

[Alucard is staring into the microscope he's brought from home when Trevor catches his attention. He's been running slide after slide under the viewer, one hand scribbling in messy script on the notepad beside him.

He can multitask. Has to in this moment.]

That's not weak. It means that there could be a force outside of the hospital that created this problem. We aren't biting the hand that feeds us for a blood supply. [The meaning of it, however, that's the real question. Alucard tuts, finally stepping back from where he has been pressing his eyes. There's a moment to rub at them, just to get used to seeing a non-magnified world.]

A primary care doctor might be the right way to go about it. Did any of the records note a referring physician?

Hmm!

[A good question. A very good question, in fact, and one that she would probably be better at answering if she weren't starting to get tipsy. But even despite tipsiness, a little willpower goes a long way, and goodness knows Sypha is nothing if not good at willpower.]

I think...youuuuu...would not give me the telling of me that —

[Wait. Words went haywire somewhere in there, and she makes a face.]

Wait, no. Biting me! I think that you would not give me biting me, either. Because neither of you will.

[She probably had a response to something about the room for three, but that all is hastily forgotten when Alucard's hand moves to fit against the column of her neck; for such a subtle little movement, it draws an audible whine out of Sypha, as it appears even she is caught off-guard by just how emphatically that particular motion strikes her fancy.]

He's missing out...

[She all but breathes it, melting from the attention on her neck, her heart rate increasing the slightest fraction as her breathing turns heavy and shuddery on every inhale.]

You are very...so very good at that...

[There's been moments like this before. Those wonderful whines, how breath gets heavier. But it has been a while, and the vampire has to keep himself together in order to not simply stop and stare down at the wonderful mess Sypha is starting to become.

The hand on her neck stays right where it is. Every little change in her pulse is something he can feel now (he'd feel it through other means too, this is simply the most obvious), and he's rude enough to press onward.]

You asked it of me. What else can I do but provide?

[It's a question he punctuates by using his teeth to move more fabric away from Sypha's shoulder. More to kiss. More to linger on. More to spoil with affection, and while there's no teeth involved, Alucard is careful as he experiments with the threat of them. It's done closer to Sypha's shoulder, where there's more bone and no veins that would be at risk. Just a long kiss that he leans far too into. Just to see what happens.]

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