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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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[He wants to wait a few hours before brooching the subject with Sypha. They don't have a few hours, he has to make this declaration just after the sun sets. It's a power move, and it may quell some of the rebellion in the streets.

All Alucard can manage is to wait for the sobs to die away, and then he uses one of the pads of paper that's a part of Trevor's system to ask her into the office.

He's still sitting behind the desk whenever she gets there, spellbook boasting a little bookmark at one corner. Alucard has made a point of hiding his weariness from them both in the office, but there's precious little point. This is possibly the last day of it. So Sypha's greeted to a dead tired Alucard who's pretty much at the end of his rope.]

[ There's no sign of Trevor at the entrance, but there's the sharp metallic smell of blood, leading to the public bathrooms.

This had been a trap.

Carmilla's allies extend beyond the vampires of this city. There are also, it seems, humans. Specifically, a few of the hunters of Garden District. And this is why he's tied to the pipes of a sink in the park's mens bathroom, bleeding from a long cut to the side of his head.

He'd probably have some fucking explaining to do if he hadn't already dumped Alucard earlier tonight. ]

[Alucard has to at least nudge Sypha off of him first. That's important, because the next part, if they want this, means that she ought to be clear of flailing limbs and Belmonts being jostled around.

Ravish she says, and he's gotten a taste of the required intensity to fulfill that requirement. Very carefully Alucard puts his hands on Trevor's wrist, and uses his shoulder to nudge Trevor's mouth away from his neck. Just for a moment.

He just needs enough room to move, and the last thing he does is nudge the terrible lock around his lower parts to also be loose. Once satisfied, the vampire takes advantage of his own speed to flip himself around in Trevor's arms, and then the rest of gravity to topple the Belmont onto the floor.

There's a hand underneath Trevor's head to make sure nothing hits the hard floor, and in all the movement there's also an accidental grind against one of Trevor's legs. This is about optics. She said a show. But Alucard is also selfish, so that means he doesn't seize Trevor's neck right away as it seems to be demanded of him. He kisses the Belmont instead, fierce and hungry and wanting, all teeth and tongue and reckless abandon.]

[Alucard slings the medical bag over his shoulder. It rests opposite of his sword, and he follows the smell of human blood, snarling all the while. He understands his father in moments like these. The hate of humanity, the dislike of other vampires, all of it.

He's in the bathroom soon enough. The lighting is garbage but he's a vampire, he can see just fine. He can't treat Trevor here in case it's another trap, but he can start to undo the binding.]

Where's Florence?!

[He didn't smell her blood. The only good thing about harm coming to Florence is that it would force Theodora's hand.

Bad thought.]

[She rarely comes to the office.

It's not that she never does, or that she's somehow forbidden from setting foot inside, but in some ways it's as though there is an unspoken understanding that the office...isn't for her, on some level. Because the office is for work, and work is what Alucard and Trevor do; work is where Trevor's influence is most needed, and Alucard's will is hardened from theory into practice. Her influence is about softening them both back to themselves when they've forged themselves into weapons, and that's not what this office is meant for. This office is for the ugliest parts of all of them, and they keep her in particular away from it however they can.

So she knows, already, when she's called down to it, that it's not going to be a good conversation. But Alucard wants her there, and so she comes without hesitation.]

...You've been crying.

[His eyes are red, and not in the vampire way. He looks miserable, and it makes her heart ache.]

It's been a very long day.

[That's the truth of it. He can't sigh. He's tired of crying. He's just tired period. Alucard runs a hand through his hair slowly, like it's going to help him center himself in any way.]

I...had a very long talk with Agatha, to try and bring an end to this. There's no easy way, every option is awful, and I've had to go with the one that is the most direct. You...you won't like it. [He leaves Trevor out of it for the time being. She'll know soon enough.]

[You'll fucking hate it, she can hear Trevor's voice echoing in her memory, and moves to take the seat opposite Alucard in his desk — the one for visitors, for guests in this office. Not the place she could rightfully claim, standing to his right.

She thinks of the weight of Trevor's gun, how in practice it's so much heavier than it looks. Thinks of a crossroads in the woods and a steel needle working thread through flame-cauterized skin.]

What have you done, my love...

[There's so much that's deliberate about the words she chooses. The recognition that this is already a done thing, that her being told of it is only a formality now. The understanding that he's done something terrible and left her out of it, only to advise her once it was too late to change it. The reminder that she loves him, and how all of those other things are all the more cruel, in light of that love.]

Single combat, Agatha presides.

[He doesn't add to the death. That part is obvious. Alucard can manage to hold eye contact with Sypha as he tells her what it is that shall happen, but that is the limit of it. Once the words leave his mouth, they drop.

Watching Trevor's face was agony enough. He can't manage Sypha's too.]

I wouldn't issue the challenge if I was not confident of my odds, but there's still the possibility that....

[That this ends. That I leave you both in a city that will eat everything alive now.]

[ His legs are nudged aside easily, and it's always delightful when Alucard demonstrates how much stronger he is than the two of them. There's very little about all of this that isn't delightful, from Alucard above him pinning him to the floor, to the intensity of the kiss, to the knowledge that all of this is happening because Sypha willed it.

The initial grind might have been accidental. The next isn't, because Trevor isn't above grinding his thigh against Alucard. He's not above anything right now, being on the floor and all.

And fuck if this whole stupid thing wasn't something that he didn't realize that he wanted until it happened. If Alucard above him, all defeated and disheveled and open-shirted and impossibly hungry, isn't the best thing that's happened since-

-okay, well since slightly earlier, and Sypha making soft little noises in his lap as he buried his head against her chest. It's been a very good day. He kisses back, trying to match Alucard in intensity and shadow him in motion, letting him take control of this to avoid them struggling for control and having Fang Disasters.

(If they're going to have Fang Disasters they have to be planned out and sexy.) ]

You...are going to fight her, alone.

[The disbelief is apparent on her face, the implication of the words like a frigid weight dropping into the pit of her stomach. Alone. This is what he's chosen, to meet with the monster that has brought this calamity upon them alone, as though this is some — some stupid fairy tale of old and things like chivalry and honor have any place in a city full of vampires turning children and slaughtering innocents.

Alone means he's not taking Trevor. Alone means he's not taking her. Their strength has always been in their numbers, in their support for each other, and his decision is to ignore that advantage and do this — alone.]

Why would you do this...

[Her voice is hoarse, and she's not sure when that happened.]

You have us, why would you do this — do you expect us to just stand by and watch with the rest of them...?!

Please.

[The what is left unsaid. The word is simply pained. Trevor's entire reaction is still fresh, it's happening at the same moment, and it's worse because he can still picture Trevor across the desk as well. He and Agatha had considered every angle of it, had talked out all the possibilities, and this is what they had settled on.]

I can't expect anything. All I know is that in the end, it is still myself or her. Carmilla has dragged everyone else in this city into the matter as collateral, and it can't be sustained anymore.

[It's not a good defense, but at least it is a true one.]

To cut to the chase, to just...just force the inevitable confrontation, it will at least stop this. If Carmilla thought she could actually fight me like this, she wouldn't rely on the techniques she does now.

Rrgh.

[ He doesn't feel too badly concussed, at least. Not woozy, beyond what might be expected from the pain. Everything seems to be staying where it ought to be. ~~We don't need a concussion drama thread on TOP OF all of this that can be for later~~. He pulls his arms free once the ropes are loosened. ]

Florence- [ And that's a first, Trevor referring to them by name when talking to Alucard. ] She headed back to the church after we found the district's hunters.

[ And he rolls his head back, staring up at the underside of the sink. ]

Who are, as you've almost certainly guessed, assholes.

[The thing Sypha discovers, watching them with the utmost contentment, is that her satisfaction with how things are unfolding isn't even just that she really, really enjoys watching Trevor and Alucard make out with each other (she does, a lot), but that she orchestrated this for the both of them, from love of them. Knowing that they both wanted this, craved this, and she brought it to fruition is — well, thrilling, somehow. Enough so that she doesn't even object to the fact that she's relegated to watching for the time being, because right now all she wants to do is watch. They make a magnificent show; it would be a shame to overlook a single detail.

Look at them. Look at Alucard, letting go of his eternal restraint, letting himself be reckless. Look at Trevor, almost beatific in his pleasure, his whole demeanor saturated with happiness instead of melancholy and martyrdom.

Look at them. She did this.

Look at them, so glad to be together and alive and in love.

She did this.

She did this.]

[The ropes are undone, and the vampire is careful as he helps Trevor onto his feet. He doesn't have the presence of mind to note that Florence is no longer Tanti, just as he doesn't have the presence of mind to acknowledge anything but--

--movement. Alucard lets go of Trevor carefully, and there's a man walking into the bathroom with gun drawn. Alucard's sword is already out, and he looks to Trevor for just a moment.]

Is this one of the assholes?

Or this is exactly the end she hoped to force you to all along, because you have honor and she is a snake.

[Her hands are going white-knuckled on the armrests of the chair, and she hasn't even noticed. She'll notice when her hands start to ache, maybe.]

You're giving her a spectacle, you realize that. You don't think that is exactly what she wants?

[Trevor's grind is a reminder that Alucard felt something very, very hard against his back only a few moments ago, and so he uses his freed hand to focus on Trevor's trousers. Specifically getting them unbuttoned and slid down just enough to free any particular discomfort that has since begin to take over there. When he begins to slide trousers and underpants off in one go, his hand lingers for a moment or so, fingers running over dark curls and enjoying the contrast of textures between the hand down there and the hand in Trevor's hair.

He's just careful enough to avoid Fang Disasters, and when Alucard withdraws in full, he's flushed and with ragged breath. Ravishing is a full workout, and he isn't allowed to stop, so far as he understands it.

Alucard also understands a few earlier implications, and that means when he leans in again, it isn't to kiss the Belmont's lips. It is to nuzzle against the left side of his neck, long and slow and deliberate, one eye on Trevor, the rest trying to catch Sypha's reaction.]

I'm aware.

[Alucard's nearly sinking in the chair. Sliding off it. He already feels small and alone, so why not simply go for broke.]

I'd take you both and abandon this city to her if it would solve anything. But it won't. Nothing is going to get solved until she's dead or I'm dead, or my father decides to return before anything else happens.

[The last one is a vampire miracle.]

Trevor's already walked out. Rightfully so.

[ Shit. He thought they'd gone. He wouldn't have led Alucard here if he didn't.

(They'll learn later that this wasn't by design, just a stroke of what must have seemed like good fortune to an assailant who genuinely had just returned here to used the bathroom, only to find the man Carmilla most wanted dead there.) ]

Yeah. This fucker.

[ The hunter doesn't bother with Trevor, immediately turning his gun on Alucard. ]

Good.

[Because the sword goes out ahead of Alucard, and it slams into the hunter's shoulder with such force that he's dragged along and pinned to the wall. The gun goes off, but it ends up being fired into a toilet rather than at the vampire. Alucard goes right after the sword, and his forearm is soon pressed to the man's throat to begin to block off an airway.]

He's one of yours.

[Hunters. Humans. Whichever.]

Lives or dies?

[That —

This moment just keeps getting worse and worse, every minute.]

...He what?

[Four words that hit her like a punch to the gut. Trevor's already walked out. What, then — now their trio has been reduced to two?]

What do you mean? What are you saying? Trevor —

He got up and left the room.

[So you know. This is fine. This is fine!!!]

Things could be salvaged. Or it could not matter anyway.

[For a long moment, then, she's just quiet — but what she's not saying in words, her body language more than expresses. It's there in the sag of her shoulders, the way she curls in on herself like a dying flame fighting against a cold wind. Her arms draw in to her chest while her hands fold into her lap; her head sinks a little lower, turtling with the weight of the recognition that's slowly starting to dawn.]

Is that what you want from me, too...?

[Her voice is a whisper, now.]

For you to....[The words just don't form. He's never thought them, thinking them now is actual pain.] Of course not, why would you....

[Safe. He just wants them both to be safe if everything goes to hell. He doesn't want Sypha alone. He doesn't want Trevor left to the fae. He just wants them safe and he may not be able to make that so.

He failed them anyway with those stupid fucking brakes anyway, didn't he? It was only the car that saved them. He failed Sypha with that necromancer. They haven't had the right amount of time to well and truly dive into the fae and how to defeat their claim on Trevor.

Every fear has come home to rest. Each in turn has wrapped itself around the vampire, making a fine cloak of utter despair. He wears it, weighed down, and the sob that comes out next is from the weight of it all.]

[ His breath catches and he shudders at Alucard's actions. He's not delightfully useless, not this time, but it's similar. A more controlled sort of that. Oh, he can just about think, and he's very much in control of himself (he's continuing to grind his thigh against Alucard insistently). But if you asked him what his name was he's probably look to Sypha to make sure he was right before answering.

If there was any point at which this whole thing was going to fall apart, aside from Alucard getting up and going to cook dinner instead of doing this, it would have been here. Even if Alucard doesn't mean to bite like they have been doing, it's still vampire mouth on neck. Still something potentially distressing, and he's never great at gauging what's going to get to him and what's going to be just fine.

But he doesn't feel bile rising in his throat. Nothing of the sort. Alucard's face against the side of his neck is just- nice. Affectionate. Same as Sypha's is.

(It's a relief. He really did not want to fuck this all up by making it weird). ]

Woe! Woe! [ He calls out, squirming underneath Alucard. ] How awful, the dark mistress' newest servant has come to steal my virtue!

[ HE'S CHANGED CHARACTER AGAIN. ]

Lives. Gun could go, though. I don't- really appreciate being shot in the head, even if he is a terrible shot.

[ He brings his free hand up to the long cut that it left, gingerly feeling at it. ]

Just skin, I think. Nothing serious. Always a lot of fucking blood with the head.

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