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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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Oh, I expect her to not fight fair. Why do you think I've already followed your rose and salt advice for my sword?

[In a fair fight, he wouldn't be doing that at all.]

Or use rosewater as my cologne of choice to begin with.

[It's the little things. Small defenses that no one will be able to clock until it's too late.]

I am coming back from this. I'm not leaving you two, even if you refuse to look at me again.

...that's the most pathetic version of not fighting fair that I've ever fucking heard.

[ VAMPIRE, YOU'RE BAD AT CHEATING. He meant bringing extra people in or laying traps or taking a hostage or something, not causing allergic reactions. ]

You sounded pretty fucking resigned to leaving us before.

[She didn't mean it. Not really, not — literally. It was supposed to be an accusation, maybe, or at least an expression of disbelief. Not this. Not —

But then he's getting up, he's shaking, and she's frozen in her chair, unable to move, unable to take her eyes off of him.]

Alucard —

Something, something, cheating isn't in my basic nature.

[LOOK. Look.]

I have to account for all possibilities. The worst one is the one at the forefront of my mind because it impacts the only two people in this city worth caring about at this point.

[He sighs, hanging a left.]

It's the point we all fixated on, and so here we are.

[ Well. That's an interesting discovery. Sypha can tell him to want things.

Not that he didn't want that before, but- god, it wasn't so desperately important before. His love for Godbrand is discarded and he just stares up at Alucard the same way he stares at Sypha when she's listening to her show or dancing herself exhausted. The way he looks at them when they can't see him looking. Except they can.

There's no mention of Godbrand, no stupid voice, just a very soft and earnest- ]

-Adrian, please?

[She never calls him that.

He doesn't have the mind to think about that. All the vampire can do is walk around the side of the desk, using his left hand to brace against it because he needs to be steady enough to get to her side.

There's no more rules for the office right now. He's stopped caring about them a while ago. And so there he is, down on a bended knee, but not daring to take either of her hands without her say so in this moment. Instead he rests both hands flat on the ground, knowing that it's anchor enough.]

Sypha. [He's soft. Soft and trying to meet her eyes, even if there's naught but shame in him now. Shame from hurting them both.] Speaker. Miss Belnades. [The order that they came to know each other. The order that these things accumuliated.] Sypha. Mine. Witch of the Wards. Ours. Hearthfire of Dracula's castle. Sword to the sheild that is Trevor Belmont. All other titles thought in the minds and hearts of others. I, Adrian F. Ţepeş, of so many additional titles, swear this here. Now. With my father's home as witness, for it has seen so many moments like this. I will return to you when the matter with Carmilla is resolved tomorrow night into the day after. I will be in the flesh. I cannot vouch for the state of me, but I will return all the same, and make this wound I have inflicted upon you be for naught.

Should I fail in flesh, I shall do so in spirit, so you are not without your home.

I do not demand acknowledgement of these words.

[She doesn't think, not really. Maybe if she stopped to think, she would've chosen to do differently than she does. But he says my father's home and chooses it as his sacred thing to swear on, and it's stupid to have him vow on anything anyway but for a dizzying moment all she can think of is — is that she needs to impress upon him the severity of this, how deeply his choices affect her.

And so she reaches for his hands, and draws them up to her, and rolls up her sleeves.

It's cruel of her to do this, but that's all they're doing right now, is hurting each other.]

Swear on these.

[She fits his fingers to her scars. They fit perfectly, of course; those same fingers are the ones that made them.]

On the scars you left on me, that you will come back. That you will not put any more scars into me than you have already.

And you've made the announcement? There's nothing that can be done, now?

[ He must have. He was ready to before Trevor left, wasn't he? And he turns that thought over in his head - there's nothing that can be done. So far as this ever was in his hands, it's out of them now. When he speaks again, there's a rawness to it that's so often hidden by anger of humour or anything other than the soft defeat that's there in the absence of everything else. ]

You better not make me dig another fucking grave. I'm so tired.

[...She really didn't know she could do that, actually. But that look on Trevor's face is — well. It's really something else, and it's worth relishing.

Which she will, when Alucard is finished kissing her, and perhaps it's a little bit mean to kiss in front of Trevor when she knows how bad he wants one too, but such are the hazards of making yourself the beautiful captive instead of the dark servant.]

Oh, I like that.

[And she can't compel Alucard the way that she can Trevor, but she can still make herself persuasive — and does, nipping at his earlobe as she murmurs: ]

Do you hear how much he needs you? Take good care of him.

[He aches the minute those sleeves are rolled up. He's stabbed in the gut ten times over when his fingers are realigned against those scars.

That necromancer wasn't the start of this, but he made everything so much worse.

He presses his forehead against the nearest of her forearms, just below where his hands have been brought to rest.]

I swear it. This conversation is the last one I shall ever dare to cause a scar.

This ends come dawn tomorrow. Unless she doesn't show, in which case we have pretext to hunt her.

[He didn't demand a response from Carmilla when the announcement. Her presence would be response enough, or else she was well and truly game for hunting.

Alucard hates that rawness. He wants to pull over. Pull Trevor to him, but he can't. He has to keep driving, or else there's no discussion to be had at all.]

I won't. We're all too tired to bare any more of this.

Only because you've asked me to. [There's a pleased, low rumble as Sypha nips at his ear, but Alucard's eyes are on Trevor.]

I might've made him put more effort into it.

[A soft and earnest voice means that Alucard's kisses are kinder things than before. Slower. Not lazy or languid, Alucard won't allow for that. It's simply a lower burning intensity, one that is joined by a hand on Trevor's back.

The pads of Alucard's fingers stroke down Trevor's spine slowly but surely, pressing Trevor closer to Alucard's chest.]

We could rebel against her, you know.

[He whispers the thought into Trevor's ear. Because maybe it's time to turn the tables. Just a hair.]

If you leave me alone I will never forgive you —

[That's not the stilted, formal way they'd both been talking just a moment ago. That's the mark of the walls coming down, the steely resolve shattering. That's Sypha, who half-drops, half-flings herself out of her chair and into his arms, head tucked into the juncture of his neck and shoulder as finally, finally she starts to cry.]

Don't you dare. Don't you dare, Adrian!

[He doesn't have anything left in him for words. They've been used up with false promises in an attempt to make any part of this more bearable. He's pinned to the ground by the tiniest speaker, arms around her so tightly that he has to take a moment to make sure he isn't crushing her.

All he has left is a loud sob, the kind that might be a howl if he was in his wolf form. That'd be easier, in some ways, howling at the night and being done with it. Alucard buries his face into the top of Sypha's hair.

It's still beautiful. She's so beautiful. Now he's done this to her. He's broken her, and it's done it for a city and for a group of people that would happily destroy him.]

[ He's already had one boyfriend funeral this year okay???? ]

...do I still owe you a ring?

[FAIR.]

Wasn't aware you still wanted to give me one.

That wasn't a fucking answer, vampire.

[ There's no irritation left in him, just that raw emptiness. That tired nothing from when they first met, blinking out of compulsion to a vampire who wouldn't just give him the death he wanted. ]

[Back to square-fucking-one. When neither of them need to be at that place.]

I have to give yes or no answers instead of the honest one, which is I don't know where we stand anymore and I'm terrified to ask?

You're marching off to a fight to the death, and you're terrified to ask a question.

[ Well. Honestly, same? But he can still be shitty about it okay. ]

Where do you want us to stand?

Yes I'm terrified to ask a question!

[The vampire's grip on the wheel tightens a little too much, and he nearly slams the horn.]

And it doesn't matter because what I wan't isn't as important as your feelings. I already made Sypha cry tonight, you've decided you don't want me, so I'm entitled to fear but I'm trying to respect what you're feeling as well, and I'm allowed to be scared of your responses because guess what's more important to me right now!

Well, shit. If that's your idea of a good fucking answer then no wonder you're terrified to ask questions.

[ There's still no emotion in his voice, just exhaustion. ]

If what you want wasn't as important as our feelings, you wouldn't be doing this. So if you could please have the balls to continue being a selfish fuck long enough give me a straight fucking answer when I ask you if you still want me to love you or not then that would be wonderful.

If I still want it, yes. [There. Firm answer. He then snarls at himself for saying it, because selfish fucking princeling hit too hard.]

Going to keep calling me selfish until we're home?

Then yes, I still owe you a fucking ring. Was that so difficult?

[ Yes, clearly it was. But he breathes out, and there's finally something in his voice again. It's soft and afraid, but it's something other than the raw, gaping empty wound that there was before. ]

Only if you act it.

Yes, see previous statement about fear.

[Alucard's grip on the wheel lessens, at least. It's not white knuckled, and he actually leans over to open the glove compartment so he can get his gloves.]

So, yes. Because that's apparently a trait that won't be changing.

So I call you selfish all the way home, and then you go off to ideally not die in some stupid fight, then if you've not forced me to dig a grave for someone I love again, I marry you.

[ It's ridiculous. It's so, so very ridiculous. ]

Good to have a plan, at least.

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