[Alucard is in his office when Trevor returns home, phone in hand. He is listening to whoever it is on the other end, nodding his head on occassion and murmuring yes or that is troubling. His tone is the serious kind that betrays a deep anger at a situation he is going to bash heads in for, and having the envelop placed into his hands only makes it worse.

He only has time to glance down at it, at what it says, and then his eyes meet Trevor's for just a moment. There's a nod of his head to acknowledge Trevor and the letter itself, then his attention returns to the phone.]

I understand. I'll be there in half an hour. Please have all their medical records ready to be examined, as well as your current blood supply and a few clean slides. I'll bring my own microscope.

[He hangs the phone up, and there's no deflating from exasperation as there often is in these moments. Alucard instead opens the letter and he reads the contents. The word fuck is not uttered by the dhampir, but it shows on his face, all contorted and furious and resigned to the fact that someone is putting in a lot of effort to make trouble in this exact moment.

Trevor's scent causes the dhampir to wrinkle his nose, but there isn't much more.]

We do not have a month based on that phone call.