cryptsleeper | 20s AU Post

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

It's already--!

[He's not going to fight. He can't fight, not really. Alucard can only just keep abusing the Potatobrand in his hands, and that will have to be it. There's more...more gardening now, but that's just fine too.

When the door is open, Alucard is already turning and trying to get on his feet and...

No. Walking is only going to make this so much worse.]

Mmmm.

[ He lifts Alucard out of the car carefully. And- shit. There's always a quality to someone's weight, when they're hurting. It's hard to describe, maybe a little like holding something with hollow bones like a bird's, but all too easy to feel. ]

This is going to be awful, just so you know. There's two treatments I know of, one that I actually have the things for, and they're both fucking horrible.

[ He's heading for his room as he speaks. He's not brought the collection of Belmont things he's been amassing down to the office yet. Not when there's been no need for it, and when it all being made visible to visitors would be somewhat threatening. The room is a mess, if a highly organised one. Papers, jars, a selection of potted plants strategically placed around the window. Half-finished knitting projects next to knives and guns and pots of different writing implements and compasses that don't point north. And a perfectly made bed, which he proceeds to set Alucard down on. ]

Don't know how much you've heard about werewolf medicine, but it's the fucking worst. 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger' taken to the fucking extreme.

[ Which is to say- ]

I'm going to poison you.

[Alucard doesn't hold onto Trevor. His grip is impossible to moderate right now, so he remains focused on the Potatobrand that has all but become shreds of yawn now. This is easier because he isn't exerting himself, but only just so.]

I expected horrible.

[He's quiet save for the ragged breaths and soft whines that alternate as they move towards Trevor's room. There's no surprise that all the Belmont things are quarrentined here, making the rest of the house safe for himself.

Mess isn't a surprise. It's probably organized. Alucard can't focus enough to comment.]

I'm not fam....

[There's another noise that's a near laugh.]

Of course. Of course.

It shouldn't be deadly. Or- it would be to a puny mortal, but once it's neutralised the silver your healing should save you the worst of it. You'll be out of it for a few days, and you're going to feel like shit, but you won't die. And you'll be able to breathe. And with any luck your throat'll be healed up a little before you start coughing all of this shit up.

[ He takes jars, inspecting each one for a moment before putting some back and lining others out on what space remains on the desk. Alucard will have seen all of the jars before at one point or another - Trevor's been certain to keep him informed about Belmont things being brought into his home - but one looks very much like any other. They're all dried plant matter, or things preserved in various oils. The ones he's selected are a jar of small dried flowers, another of what look to be cut roots, and a bottle of thick, clear, slightly green-tinged liquid.

Once he's found what he needs, he approaches Alucard again and holds out another knitted doll. Sadly Damien doesn't look nearly as distinctive as Godbrand, so it's hard to see the resemblance in potato form. ]

I'm going to the kitchen for a moment. I'll need to boil some water. Anything you need, before I do?

[Shouldn't be deadly. Great. That's very reassuring, and for that the vampire can manage a soft noise that probably translates as I can feel your confidence in this. The promise of not being conscious for the worst of the healing isn't reassuring either, but it is doubtlessly for the better at the moment.]

If it fails, my mother's work. Tracheotomy.

[It won't help with the silver, but it will allow air to get into his throat so he can at least breathe.

As Alucard watches Trevor go through the jars, he tries to understand what is being taken out of each. He fails though, and that's for the pain of this rather than lack of trying. He can barely register that there's a new squishy thing in his hand.

Doesn't look like Godbrand though.]

No.

[Please hurry.]

[ Fuck off, do I look like someone who understands five syllable words?

He can feel the response in his head, but it doesn't quite make it to his mouth. Which is unusual, because he's never really had much of a filter before.

...not wanting to make things worse while Alucard is suffering is apparently a greater part of his basic nature than being an asshole is. That's going to. Need some thought. ]

If it's all the same to you, I'll take you to an actual doctor for that shit.

[ And he squeezes Alucard's hand as he pushes the potamian into it before leaving. He returns after about ten minutes, kettle in one hand, a mug and a blood bag in the other. ]

You'll need the blood as soon as you can stomach it once this is done, to keep up your healing. And we're going to have to throw out the mug after. I tried to choose the shittiest one.

[By the time Trevor returns, the Potamian is well and destroyed, and the vampire is hunched over in his seat, his hands holding his head up. It doesn't really help, but it's something at least, and the vampire has managed to not spit up blood onto the floor. That feels like an accomplishment, and that shouldn't be.]

Fine, fine.

[The words are rougher now. Croaked out, showing genuine strain in doing so. He hasn't even looked up.]

[ Shit. It’s hard to tell if he’s getting worse or if the adrenaline is just wearing off. Either way is probably bad.

Trevor tries to work fast. As fast as he can afford to while handling aconite flowers and sap. Things that might not be fatal to Alucard but that absolutely would be to him. Soon, he has a mug of plant stuff, and all that remains is to find a way to get that to the worst of the silver. If it was just the throat, drinking the mixture might work. But there’s probably silver in his lungs, and so- ]

I’m going to pour the hot water into this. [ He pushes the mug into Alucard’s hands as he speaks. ] You need to breathe in the steam. As much of it as you can.

Hm.

[He can do as he's told, that much is clear. Alucard leans over the mug, making sure it's under his nostrils. The curtain of his hair, thick as it is, is an advantage now. It keeps some of the steam from escaping.

The first whiff of the stuff as Alucard recoiling from smell. The second is after the steam hits his throat, and begins to interact with the silver. There's something now tearing at his throat, latching onto the silver particles and then...

He can't say what's happening. It's just a new kind of pain, one that has his hands shaking with the mug, threatening to spill everywhere.]

[ ...he really shouldn’t put himself in a situation where there’s the slighest chance of getting scalded by that water.

But he does. Of course he does, placing his hands over Alucard’s to steady them. He’s just going to have to trust Alucard. ]</small] Just keep breathing. Until it stops getting worse. I’m here. I won’t letit fuck you up too badly.

[Until it stops getting worse.

He's funny. Everything is agony, Alucard is literally breathing in poison, and the Belmont is telling him to pay attention to when it stops getting worse. His hands still shake, even after Trevor's are resting over his, and they continue for a while more.

The aconite has torn the silver from the vampire's throat, but the vapor now needs to make it's way out. There is a sudden terrible and violent cough, and into the cup of steaming hot liquid there is pool of liquid silver that comes up and out the vampire's airway.

Then another.

And another still.]

[ Trevor doesn't speak. That needs air, and he has to hold his breath for as long as possible because he did not think this through because this close he's very much in danger of breathing in the steam himself. But he wants to. He wants to be more comforting. He just can't. Even if he could speak, he's a shitty person and being comforting requires one to not be a shitty person. He presses his hands tighter over Alucard's, even as the scalding poison splashes out of the mug as new liquid falls into it, and avoids being splashed by it by sheer dumb luck.

Eventually, he does need to breathe, and he really ought to have opened the window before he began (he also should have worn gloves. He's made a lot of fucking mistakes). He pulls away and does that, gasping in mouthfuls of clean air before returning to Alucard and, now the silver seems to have stopped, taking the mug from him. He takes an empty jar and pours the contents of the mug into it and seals it. ]

I've- kind of filled my room with poison. [ Oops. Did not think this through. ] I'm going to move you to the living room until it airs out. Nod if that's okay.

[They need a fan in here. Some way to generate wind. Or for Sypha to be home to freeze the steam, force it to stay cold, and find some place to dump it. But that isn't happening, there's only poison in the air, silver, and now the vampire spitting up additional blood because of course he is. Of course that's all going to be dislodged, and that too goes into the mug until Trevor takes it away.]

Mm.

[It's as good as a nod, but the vampire is still shaking something awful. It's in his hands mostly, all from the pain of it rather than an actual fear of what's just come to pass. He doesn't think I was just nearly assassinated. There's no bandwidth left in him to even have that thought.]

[ He pulls Alucard up to his chest, holding on to him as tightly as he can without outright crushing him. The blood bag comes with them. The kettle can't. He can retrieve it later. It'll need a thorough scrubbing. ]

You're through the worst of it. It's going to be fucking awful for a couple days, but it'll be better than it is now.

[ ...He really is bad at being comforting. There's one more part of this. One more thing before he can sit down and process this, and he sets Alucard down on the sofa and holds out the blood bag. ]

Drink. I'll look away, unless you need me to hold it for you. You're going to need your healing pretty fucking desperately.

[Alucard can feel himself moving under the haze of pain, but he doesn't really register how he finds himself on the sofa. (It should probably be the bed, but...no. Can't be. Can't cough blood onto the sheets.)

He can reach out for the blood bag, but his hand pauses as it settles around it.]

--Open it, please?

[Opening is likely to spill everywhere if you're a vampire right now.]

[ Trevor's reasons for not taking Alucard to his own room have less to do with sheet integrity and more to do with the need for propriety. He can't just hang around in someone's bedroom. And so he'd need to leave Alucard alone, which seems like it would be a bad idea right now. ]

Oh, I thought-

[ He's been making a point of not watching his host feed. Alucard doesn't seem to want him to, and he's trying in at least some ways t be a decent houseguest. He'd just kind of assumed that one bit into the bags. He opens it carefully, handing it over again. And- shit, his hands are still shaking. ]

-do you need me to steady your hands? I'll close my eyes.

Hn.

[That's a no. And then he leans over the bag, taking it from Trevor's hands carefully. From the angle he is at, Alucard's face and hair covers the act itself, although a portion of the bag's contents are still visible. Not that they're there for long, the full pint is drained in about a minute, with not even a last drop clinging to the bag's interior.

His hands aren't shaking. There's a sigh, and as raw as it sounds, it is still far better than before.]

Fuck.

[The vampire swears rarely. It is a worthy situation for swearing though, and he's aware of it as he carefully lifts his head. There is some color to Alucard that usually is not there.]

You took hair?

[Alucard thinks he saw that happen at any rate.]

[ There's a shift, once Alucard swears, and it's immediately visible. Like the strings of a puppet have been cut. His entire body sinks forward and he flops to one side, taking a seat next to Alucard. ]

Yeah. Between that and the silver, I ought to be able to track him down. Then- fuck, I'll figure something out from there. I'll take him to Father Robert, maybe, ask him to figure out where he's been the last couple days. Who he's spoken to.

[ Just tracking down someone who wasn't acting of their own free will isn't too helpful, after all. And he knows from experience how fuzzy the compulsion makes the memories surrounding it. Prompting a person to remember who they spoke to last before they entered the state of compulsion is far, far beyond his own social capabilities, and that's even assuming the victim is willing to talk and

coming up with a plan is hard. Thinking is hard. Alucard almost died. Because he was stupid and complacent. And that matters, and it shouldn't. Not half as much as the implications of it. But it's not 'the city almost got thrown into chaos' that every cell in his body is screaming, like it should be. It's 'Alucard almost died'.

Quietly, he offers a hand. ]

[Alucard does catch the moment that tension leaves Trevor's body in full. He wishes he could do the same himself, but at the moment he can feel every part of himself starting to heal up, and while the most painful parts of it are indeed past, there's still fire going through most of his nerve endings.]

Compulsion makes it too easy to cover one's tracks. [It's easy to guess what Trevor's thinking is. Likewise, it's easy to guess what must be done to whoever is responsible.

It isn't a thought he dwells on. Alucard needs to focus on powering through the worst of this, especially before Sypha returns home. She's going to have a fit, rightfully so, and then where will any of them be? The toll of this regency has been great, assassination was bound to happen, but all the same. Once there's one attempt, it'll be known. There will be more.

Alucard looks at the hand offered, and there's a worried noise.]

I think there was too much aconite steam on my hands. Is there soap and water...

[How fucking stupid would it be to just poison Trevor after all of this?]

But after...yes.

[To handholding, he means.]

Ah. Right. Thanks. I'll go fetch those.

[ Right. The poison. He- forgot somehow. Because trying to offer comfort was more important. He stands, and it takes far too much effort as if all the strength has left his body. It's only the absence of pain that keeps him from worrying about whether he has poisoned himself. When he returns, it's with a warm, soapy washcloth, a towel, and the bottle of rosewater. Because Alucard gets weird about his blood. If he's going to be coughing it up, it's best to be prepared for it.

The fish is probably going to go bad, isn't it? The garage is cooler than most places are, but it's still not a good temperature for keeping fish good. But then, Alucard's in no state to cook it. He'll just make sure to move it from the car later, before it smells too bad.

(that's a stupid thought. there's a city on the verge of war and all he can think about is trying to make it less inconvenient for two people.) ]

Clean up. May as well get the blood off your chin while you're at it. She's going to get mad with me if she comes home to you looking like I busted your lip.

[ It's a joke, if a weak and terrible one. As if the main concern here is Sypha misunderstanding the situation and being angry, rather than her understanding it perfectly. ]

She would, yes.

[It's something that gets a weak attempt at a laugh fromt he vampire as he goes about scrubbing at his hands with a little too much force to them. The water is plenty hot, and he just wishes it was scalding so that he could focus on something else.

The little bit of time between Trevor's departure and return gave him only a moment to register what a relief it was to have Trevor present for running errands. How it had simply been nice to be at the point where htey got along as something beyond someone who works for and lives in the same house as you. Friends, nearly, and protector when the situation had suddenly demanded it.

Well. That's a thought to think about much later.

His hands are nearly rubbed raw by the time Alucard reaches for the towel, and after that he has to rest them there for a moment or two, putting himself back to rights.]

...Thank you.

Sorry.

[ It comes out at the same time as the thanks, and he blinks in surprise at it because why is he being thanked for doing his job so badly that the vampire is coughing up blood. But he sighs and smiles anemically. ]

s'Why I'm here. Can thank my sisters, if you want. Never thought I'd need to fucking know werewolf medicine, but Enid said I ought to study that shit and here we are.

[ He takes a seat again, wrapping a hand around Alucard's. It's stupid and unnecessary. But he wants to help, and being present seems more useful than going to bring the groceries out of the car. ]

[Alucard almost says don't be, but he stops himself. Trevor's often a mystery, but some things are blessedly easy to guess. That he'll take this as a failure of sorts is one of those obvious matters.]

She was smart then. There probably weren't very many in the area at the time, I suppose.

[He's just looking to fill the air right now. Alucard would wish for a quiet, comfortable silence, and that seems to settle as Trevor takes Alucard's hand in his. It isn't as tender as Sypha does so, but there's something there. Some new texture and...

...oh.

The vampire's felt that kind of texture in a gesture before, and it absolutely was the first time Sypha tricked him into holding hands.]

Only a few that we knew of. Mostly caused trouble for each other rather than for people. Called us in to mediate disputes a few times.

[ This was his childhood, okay? Going around listening to the concerns of a supernatural population all terrified of the changing world around them. ]

Works differently for them. They use the poison to kill off whatever part of them is in contact with the silver, so that it can't keep them from transforming. Then, they turn human. If it works, their body rearranging undoes the worst of the poison. If it doesn't, they die.

I'd have suggested you try transforming, but I don't think yours works the same way? Or- I really don't know. That shit's- never read up on that shit.

[ He's babbling again now, if a little less mindlessly. He wants to fill the silence. Wants to tell Alucard things. Wants to try to give him things to hold on to, words and hands and stupid dolls, to keep his mind off the pain. ]

You're going to be fine. It's going to be a shitty next few days, but you'll be okay.

And your family never considered going into legal practice?

[It's very much a shit joke. Alucard can't even imagine being around to witness something like that in his youth. His father's sheer presence kept everything even handed and uneventful, and there are only a few days at all that he remembers his father not being home for a nights. In retrospect, he can imagine that his father was around the castle, but very far away.

This fucking job.

Easier to focus on Trevor and bullshit Belmont medicine.]

That's...a dangerous way to deal with the problem, if it potentially still means dying of poison. Just a different way to go.

[Alucard's quiet for a moment, then shakes his head at transformation.]

Wouldn't have worked. I didn't have the presence of mind for it. Still don't.

[The hand under Trevor's curls into a tight little fist. There's the pang of something inside, and fuck, it comes with a clamped down whinge.]

I may need a surplus of Potatobrands.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject