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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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Do you really believe that these creatures would accept anything else, Trevor?

[He's asking genuinely, because he has to drive the point home.

Alucard shakes his head slowly. At....at this part, he's willing to let the regent act drop entirely. Adrian surfaces, just for a moment.]

Is there anything I can say to convince you to leave with Sypha instead?

I-

[ He has to stay with her. He promised. Promised to replace whatever he took from her. But he can't expect them to go on as normal, can he? He isn't replacable the way a Belmont is.

And if Adrian dies, he's already broken one oath. What is two? ]

I'll send her back to her caravan. I won't leave her alone. But- she can't be left with just me, because I can't stay.

[ And then, softly- ]

I came here to die, Adrian. On my own fucking terms, before anything more could be taken from me. I don't know-

[ -he doesn't know how to survive losing anything else. ]

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We asked her to give up everything, Trevor.

[He's never Trevor. Not in here. Adrian sighs, and he holds his forehead in both of his palms, elbows resting on the desk.]

One of us needs to walk out of the other side of this. And you know that if there is any way out of that contract, it is to ask Speakers to help.

[Adrian has begged everyone else in creation, it feels like. What's one more person?]

Please, Trevor. Please get out of here with her. Don't leave her to deal with this aftermath alone.

You're asking me to let you die. To let you die and then give up all I have left of my family and and turn my back on the people who loved me first to pick up the pieces.

[ He's calm, now, and that somehow has more gravity to it than the shouting did. He just leans his elbows on the desk, burying his face in his hands, breath becoming ragged and shoulders shaking. ]

Selfish fucking princeling.

Your confidence in my ability to win this is astounding by the way.

[The words are soft. He wants them to break the tension, but they fall too flat. Trevor's right. He's being selfish. But what else can he do now?]

I don't know how to look after either of you if this fails. I just know I need to. I'm sorry.

[He could have left the city before this all began. Left when recovery with Sypha began, have the city shatter without his presence. Alucard didn't. He stayed.

So this is where it ends.]

[ He doesn't answer. He wants to snap again, to snap at Alucard for daring to make a joke of this right now (and isn't that a changing of roles?) he can't bring himself to. He can't bring himself to do anything but shake, breath steadily becoming more choked. ]

Very well. [ It's a long few minutes later when he speaks, lowering his hands, eyes too red and voice too strained. He doesn't meet Alucard's gaze. ] This was a fucking mistake. I'll get her out.

[There's another I'm sorry in there somewhere. The vampire isn't exactly making an effort to be audible right now, and this is the conversation, part 1. He still has to tell Sypha. Has to ask her to help write whatever he'll say to bring this to an end, and that conversation will go shitty too.

Alucard hasn't lifted his head at all. What he manages next is a strangled noise, the kind mostly reserved for the tantrum hole when he's decided to just sob in there instead.

This probably breaks a rule about having emotions in the office. Who fucking cares.]

[ There are no more words, just a resigned sigh and then the scrape of the chair moving backwards on the floor. A few seconds later, the door opens and closes, and Trevor is gone.

It's nearly sunset when he returns. He doesn't look at Alucard, gaze firmly upon a chair off to the side. ]

I need your leave to go to the Garden District.

[ Rules. He's good at rules and orders. He was told to wait for leave to go, and so he's waiting. ]

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[The vampire is sitting on the floor. For the first time in the offices' history, he has gotten a fire going in the fireplace, heat be damned. He needs it soon, and his father's instructions demanded a raging flame.

Scattered around him are all of the notes and observations about Carmilla that aren't in use in the library itself. History. Allies. Her own skills and failings. Everything needed for a fight. Alucard has drawn a map of the interior where this is all to take place. He has a sheet of tracing paper over it, and he is drawing every option over it to account for movements. What form he may take. How much damage he can sustain before she'll actually have an upper hand.

He can't bring himself to look up when Trevor walks in.]

Garden...[Oh. Right. The thing they were talking about before the world went shattering down.]

Mmm. Will it just be the two of you?

[ He looks over everything. The notes. The maps.

He means to try to survive, at least. That's something. ]

We're to be meeting with the hunters there. She's not found them yet, and she needs help getting into their headquarters. [ A pause. ] So yes. More than likely. Just us.

[He wouldn't have even thought of the fight if he didn't think he couldn't win, you turnip.]

There's a hollow book in the library that has a skeleton key in it. [It being Dracula, the skeleton part is pretty literal.] Row 45, shelf C, blue binding. I don't know if it'll help you at all, but I'd be remiss if I didn't tell you about it.

[He's still writing on the map. Calculating how quickly he can heal multiple broken bones, if the math is anything to go by.]

Whole night job or are you expecting to move around?

There, you see? He's a good, obedient minion.

[There's a certain rhythm to playing the both of them at once, and playing them off of each other, she's discovering. It's like telling a story with dancing, the way she once told Trevor she could; a sort of swaying back and forth between them, never focusing on either one of them for too long, weaving them together with the threads of the same narrative, back and forth, step by step.

This one is for Trevor, which is why it comes with another stroke of her hand through his hair and an indulgent, praising tone of voice. He's good, he's perfect, he's just what she wants him to be, and that's the security she offers him as she pets him with the steady hand of a queen.

And so the next steps of the dance take her back to Alucard, of course, because now that Trevor is something worthy and precious, he's also something to be dangled just out of her vampire's reach, tempting until he surrenders — and that's the half she crafts for him, taking his own persistent restraint and turning it against him, enticing him to relinquish it all on his own.]

I could give you the same charge I gave my Trevor, you know. I could give him to you and tell you to make him whine for me. That's a little show I'd like very much to watch.

[The hand that isn't in Trevor's hair moves to cup Alucard's cheek, completing the circuit between the three of them, thumb pressing lightly against his lips as if inviting him to kiss the soft pad of it.]

All you have to do is tell me you love me.

[ Look it was a very death-focused announcement! ]

Depends what we find there. Likely to be until midnight, at least. Interrupted by dragging some hunters to the hospital, if they're still alive in there.

If there's no trouble by midnight, I'll come back and leave Tanti to patrol the area herself. We're expecting an entire district with no active hunters to get hit hard, but Theodora's kin have been spreading the word that Tanti will be there. It might deter the worst of them.

[ He scans over the notes once again. ]

Rose oil and salt. The mixture I use to neutralize blood. Treat your sword with it. We know you can stand it. She shouldn't be able to.

[Alucard's breath has steadily been growing shakier and shakier the more Sypha has pressed closer and closer then beyond and beyond him. It isn't just do to what it feels like being pressed so close between them (it is a factor though, just as much as the roll of Trevor's hips and the evidence of this entire thing's effect on the Belmont.) It isn't just Sypha's words, because for all the silliness of them, they still work. It isn't the premise they've invented either, although Trevor's drop of character gets a short, sharp laugh out of the vampire.

It's the whole of it. That they're at the point between the three of them where this can happen, where they can settle against every goofy cliche and bounce off of each other, certain that there's only going to be contentment in the end. Alucard doesn't miss that it's Sypha orchestrating all of this. It's the only right way for this to be in the first place, because it's Sypha.

Keeping up character is hard though, and it's a pun intended because the next roll of Trevor's hips see the motion just carried through to Alucard's, so that he brushes against Sypha. Alucard's not overwhelmed yet, not even close, and he angles for just a little bit more, even as he leans against the hand resting on his cheek.]

And if I refuse?

[A good doomed hero has to at least ask, if he understands the structure of this all correctly.]

[WELL HE'S NOT GOING TO NOT BE PREPARED FOR THE WORST?]

Mm, I'd almost suggest you take the demon car to make getting them to the hospital easier. My understanding is that it actually likes Florence. [Because she's a speed demon WORSE THAN SYPHA that's why.]

And by back here you mean the monitoring room. That's...probably for the best. None of us can be everywhere at once.

[Alucard wishes it was otherwise. He also suspects he needs to keep himself indisposed, focused on Carmilla and Carmilla alone tonight.]

Thank you, I will. [He's pretty sure the sword is down in the tantrum room.] I...if you don't need anything more from me, please go and do what you need to.

[ He's still, as Sypha pets him. Content. It's only when she moves on to Alucard that he begins moving again, all coiled around Alucard like a snake with far too many legs. ]

We banish you to the dungeon. [ The kitchen, he means, and he makes this as clear as he can while behind Alucard by motioning in that direction with the hands on his chest. ] To do hard labour for our mistress.

[ YOU CAN GO PREPARE DINNER WHILE WE MAKE OUT IF YOU LIKE????? ]

It's a cold and lonely dungeon.

[It's the kitchen.]

No kisses. No hands moving across your skin. No warm arms holding you so securely.

[She leans into Alucard, and it's genuinely impressive how close she manages to get her mouth to his while still keeping the barest sliver of space between them, never once letting contact be made.]

Did I mention no kisses? It would be torment, surely.

[They're threatening him with the ktichen.

And somehow, in all of this, that's an actual threat. Because while there's few things the vampire loves more than being in the kitchen, in making sure that they're eating together, the threat of no kisses and no warm arms is enough to actually break him.

There is such a sigh of faux defeat from the vampire, and for a moment he goes absolutely boneless in Trevor's arms. Sinks into them, which means Sypha is given a better view of his Absolutely Defeated face. He places forearm to forehead, swooning.]

Then, alas, I am defeated by your administrations and can only be yours for want of such warmth and belonging.

You won't regret it.

[ Alucard's weight sinks against him, and it's the best thing to happen so far tonight. The ridiculous swoon only makes the whole thing better. Withdrawing his hands from Alucard's shirt, he gives another try at the buttons, fumbling with them blindly. The first behaves, the second does not. He gives it a few more attempts before he gives up again, wrapping his arms around Alucard's chest instead and pulling him tight against him. ]

Ours. Our beautiful Adrian, to do as we please with.

[ ...it's hard to tell if that's in character or not. He's not saying it in the silly voice. ]

Ah, ah. He swears first.

[Although not before Alucard finally gets a kiss for his trouble, because an important part of reinforcement is rewarding the good behavior when it happens, and in this case surrender is a very, very good thing.]

Kiss my hand. Tell me you love me, your dark mistress.

[One hand descends to rest lightly against Trevor's forearm, implicitly understanding his plight before shifting to unfasten the button that she has a better vantage point on opening from her angle, anyway.]

Then tell me your desire, and perhaps I'll grant it to you.

[Alucard squirms against Trevor's arms as they wrap around his chest. It isn't in protest, it is simply for the sake of it. He wants to kept being held down like this, even as Sypha gets the last few buttons of his shirt undone and Frees the Vampire Tiddies once and for all.

He can't kiss Sypha back though, not properly. She's talking about swearing and oaths, and so that means he has to control that urge. He can only look for her free hand, and guide it to his lips.]

It must be love? [Is he smirking?] I cannot swear loyalty and adoration, and exclude the word love, dark mistress? Or must I say I love you and you alone, and exclude the minion who's attached himself to me, and who I might wish to repay if you permit it?

[Two birds, one stone.]

Then I love you both.

Very well.

[ He doesn't take the sketeton key or the car, and it's only partly because he doesn't think he needs either. And, in fairness, he doesn't. The defenses keeping Florence from just kicking down the doors of the unused factory that makes up the Garden District Hunters' headquarters are simple enough spells to break.

They find the hunters alive. Alive and, miraculously, unharmed, and only trapped in here by whatever those wards were and he has a thousand questions about why he couldn't find them earlier but none of them matter in comparison to the relief of not being faced with a room full of corpses.

And then a lot of things go very wrong, and the radio in Alucard's office stutters to life. ]

Park. South Garden district. Medical kit.

[ He has so much more neck to work with now that he can easily nudge that pesky collar out of the way. So much more. And the timing is so good, because he can reward Alucard properly for that wonderful declaration. The next bite is closer to his throat and lower, at the crook of neck and shoulder. He catches it between his teeth, tugging at it lightly for a moment before putting his lips against it, sucking and kissing. ]

Was that so difficult? [ He asks, speaking against his neck again. ]

[He makes the announcement. He does it as himself, with ice cold anger rather than his father's red hot rage. Then he lets the fire go out and keeps working on the plans.

By Alucard's calculations, there's only a 25% chance of his death, +/- five percent. It may not matter. Probably won't if the two people in the world he cares about abandon him, and in that case he'll just be a recluse in a castle while the city's laws are flaunted, and the vampire will let Agatha and hers do what needs to be done.

He's through another round of considerations of wolf attacks when the radio sounds. Alucard is on his feet in a moment.]

Message received. I am en route.

[He gets there in fifteen minutes. All of the car is packed with medical kits, the human ones that are for vampire attacks. He didn't ask Trevor for details. Whatever he's going into, Alucard will have to roll with it.]

Very good.

[It really is. Not just for the victory, but for the sake of hearing the truth that they all already know, but which warrants repeating. It almost makes up for the fact that she's still wearing his coat inside-out around her shoulders, with detective-print stockings on her feet.]

Now show me this devotion, and ravish my Trevor. You've earned it.

[It's hard to say whether those last three words are directed at Alucard, or at Trevor, or both. It might just be both.]

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