Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-11 04:32 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-11 04:32 pm
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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[ Look at him resisting the temptation to point out that they're prepared to deal with just about any vampire need, because someone left their boyfriend responsible for all of them. He just stumbles out, going to the back of the car and pulling out a thick cloth to block the back of the car from the light from the front window and a pair of screens to cover its own windows.
They're going to have to figure out seating arrangements. Dracula needs to be in the back. Alucard needs to be in the back with him, more than likely. Either he or Sypha need to be in the driver's seat, even if the car ends up doing most of the work.
...which means either leaving Alucard alone with his father, or one of them has to be in the dark with Dracula. ]
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She knows Dracula won't let her get near Alucard, not right now, but she sneaks a glimpse in his direction, anyway. He looks...still peaceful, at least. Maybe the Belmont incense is still working.
Hopefully Dracula hasn't noticed that, either.]
...What about Carmilla?
[Because there's a little time yet while Trevor gets the car set up, and it occurs to her that, well, in all the heat and fuss, nobody's actually asked that yet.]
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She has been granted a kingdom of her own. May her reign be long, bloody and glorious.
[ And Sypha finds herself suddenly overcome with a need to respond to that in a particular way. Whether she has the will to resist it or not, she can hear the words in her head, in her own voice.
Long reign the Lady of the House of Justice, with her Crown of Silver and her Throne of Olibanum. ]
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There's compulsion, and then there's this. Compulsion she understands; compulsion is something she's used, even, usually with care but sometimes not. But this? This is greater, more oppressive, more encompassing than just an order or a whim imposed on her. This is the weight of a magic she couldn't begin to hope to stand against, played out in an arena where she is supposed to be a master in her own right.
He puts words in her mouth, in her mind. He dictates the story, drops it fully-formed into her mind and forces it out through her puppeteered tongue, and she speaks the reply like a call and response at Trevor's church whether she wants to do it or not.
It's a block of ice dropped into the pit of her stomach. It's every warning her culture ever spoke of, all brought into practice in an instant.
It's the sudden, and very real, understanding of why her grandfather had tried to turn Alucard away, to avoid the chance of bringing this down upon them from Dracula's notice.
Her lips feel dry, when she finishes the response he compels from her. Her skin must be white as a sheet, and not just from the bloodloss. And she's left speechless, for one of the rare times in her life when words simply fail her, but this time it's not because she's distracted or teased or happy; it's as though they've simply been ripped right out of her altogether.]
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Trevor runs back into the house, looking Sypha over (she looks so much worse than she did only a moment ago). But she seems unhurt, at least. Everything else can - has to - wait. ]
One of us needs to be in the driver's seat.
[ Even if the car is driving itself, appearances are important. And the other needs to stay with Alucard, so as to not leave him alone with his father. ]
Do you want to-? No. Whatever Dracula just did, he doesn't get to do it again. You do that. The car's probably shaken, it'll prefer to have you there. Just let it handle the driving. I'll stay with Adrian.
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[That's all she can manage to say, for a few seconds, still caught up in the paralysis that horror forced upon her before Trevor's presence shakes her out of it enough that she can at least regroup. But it's a visible thing, the way that she has to pull herself together, drawing her focus around her like a blanket and compressing it down into a solid, tight little thing that she can use.]
I — all right. I'll...I'll drive. Are you going to be all right, with him?
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[ He's retreating into gallows humour, the way he does when faced with awful things. He reaches up, stroking her hair. ]
I'll make sure he uses a seatbelt and everything. Just ask the nice demon to get us home, okay?
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[Not even Carmilla, apparently, which is the most unnerving part. And it would be nice to take more time to properly enjoy the comfort Trevor offers, but unfortunately the sun doesn't stop rising even for the sake of a stolen moment of tenderness, and they really need to go.]
Don't worry about the car. We'll get home all right, I'll make sure of that.
[He looks a mess. That head wound is bleeding again, and wounds to the head always bleed so much. Not the best position to be in, when he's about to end up in a dark backseat with a pair of vampires.]
...Here.
[She can't easily tear her robes, and the bandages are still...somewhere below, probably, so she just shucks them off entirely and presses the mass of still-warm cloth against his chest.]
To clean your face.
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If this is just a ploy to guilt me into doing the laundry, it's working.
[ And he wipes the worst of the blood away, holding the robe against his head. ]
Drive safe, okay?
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[At least when it's covered in blood, as it so often is. But she touches the tips of her fingers to his arm, the slightest hint of a nudge, and starts to guide them both for the door and the car and the vampires waiting, huddled in the darkness inside it.]
Mmhm. I suppose we will see if our little demon is feeling better, after all.
[They have a home to get to, and a slaughter to leave behind, and that transition can't happen soon enough.]
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[ Cleaning blood off clothes helps him to relax, okay?
He takes her hand as they go to the car in the hand that isn't holding a robe to his head, then squeezes it softly before getting in to the darkness of the car's back seat.
It's time to go home. ]