[Halloween comes in two waves. The first is as the 30th becomes the 31st. On that wave are the smaller revels, the ones the younger vampires and their ilk throw because they much put in appearances at the grander parties. These are wild things, closer to the nightclubs and bars in the human world, and Alucard attends those because there is a blessed lack of formality to them. Him being there is more than enough, and while it is not easy, it is easier than what comes after it. When daylight hits, all the night things run off to get their rest and to prepare for tomorrow, tomorrow is when all the important parties begin.
(What they don't tell Trevor is that the night of Halloween, until dawn on the 1st of November, means that some spirits do return to their graves. Spirits to sit and talk with the living. Alucard only mentioned it to Sypha once a few days ago, because he needed to be clear why he needed them to take separate cars. He was going to at least place flowers on his mother's grave. If she was there waiting, so much the better.)
Wave two is the important one. The one where all the celebrations compete, the one where the hunters work harder because drunken supernatural things are not uncommon on this night. Mardis Gras is still the city's biggest holiday, mortal or immortal, but Halloween reaches that very same atmosphere. There's no costumes on those that attend the parties, but rather the finest clothes. The best. The most outlandish. The drama is indulged in, and there is wild abandon.
(Sometimes Theodora mutters about the old wild hunts, but then she smiles a little too wickedly for comfort.)
He leaves the last party at 2 in the morning. A respectable time, and then to the graveyard. Until the graveyard proves to be a horrible, terrible idea, and Alucard speeds himself home in the car with a white face and a horrible wrench in his stomach that makes him want to collapse.
When he walks into the castle (from the garage), he shuffles in, closest to looking dead as he's ever pulled off in his lifetime. Drags himself past wherever the other two are, bed the only destination in mind.]
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(What they don't tell Trevor is that the night of Halloween, until dawn on the 1st of November, means that some spirits do return to their graves. Spirits to sit and talk with the living. Alucard only mentioned it to Sypha once a few days ago, because he needed to be clear why he needed them to take separate cars. He was going to at least place flowers on his mother's grave. If she was there waiting, so much the better.)
Wave two is the important one. The one where all the celebrations compete, the one where the hunters work harder because drunken supernatural things are not uncommon on this night. Mardis Gras is still the city's biggest holiday, mortal or immortal, but Halloween reaches that very same atmosphere. There's no costumes on those that attend the parties, but rather the finest clothes. The best. The most outlandish. The drama is indulged in, and there is wild abandon.
(Sometimes Theodora mutters about the old wild hunts, but then she smiles a little too wickedly for comfort.)
He leaves the last party at 2 in the morning. A respectable time, and then to the graveyard. Until the graveyard proves to be a horrible, terrible idea, and Alucard speeds himself home in the car with a white face and a horrible wrench in his stomach that makes him want to collapse.
When he walks into the castle (from the garage), he shuffles in, closest to looking dead as he's ever pulled off in his lifetime. Drags himself past wherever the other two are, bed the only destination in mind.]