[He's drawing blood. He's drawing her blood and Alucard lets out another deep and inhuman sound as he does so. This is the only time he'll ever allow it, ever entertain it, because she's slipping out of his grasp, he's loosing against goddamn shadows, and and and and
There is nothing. Pitch black nothing. Alucard's landed in his stomach, sprawled against the darkness, and he scratches furiously at the ground. Trevor's saying something, he can't make any sense of what. Maybe it's in reaction to the purple haze lighting up the room, he doesn't know. His mind's gone dark as well, he's lost Sypha to magic he doesn't know and never has he felt closer to his father than in this moment.
(It is a thought that should scare him. It only fills him with more anger.)
When light returns to the terrible room, Alucard forces himself upright. Trevor tells him not to retract those claws, there's blood, it can be used for tracking, and Alucard listens. Being a monster feels so terribly right for this moment. This thing they're against, it'll be the only way to fight back.
A monster, directed by a Belmont, and nothing else.
He doesn't pay attention to those last words. This necromancer is about to be dust. There is is only wild eyed fear at Trevor.]
How quickly until....?
[Until they can devise a way to track this man. To find her. To do anything because they have time against them, but how long is a question neither of them can know.]
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There is nothing. Pitch black nothing. Alucard's landed in his stomach, sprawled against the darkness, and he scratches furiously at the ground. Trevor's saying something, he can't make any sense of what. Maybe it's in reaction to the purple haze lighting up the room, he doesn't know. His mind's gone dark as well, he's lost Sypha to magic he doesn't know and never has he felt closer to his father than in this moment.
(It is a thought that should scare him. It only fills him with more anger.)
When light returns to the terrible room, Alucard forces himself upright. Trevor tells him not to retract those claws, there's blood, it can be used for tracking, and Alucard listens. Being a monster feels so terribly right for this moment. This thing they're against, it'll be the only way to fight back.
A monster, directed by a Belmont, and nothing else.
He doesn't pay attention to those last words. This necromancer is about to be dust. There is is only wild eyed fear at Trevor.]
How quickly until....?
[Until they can devise a way to track this man. To find her. To do anything because they have time against them, but how long is a question neither of them can know.]