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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He is alone. He is alone and the smell of burnt flesh fills his nostrils, carrying with it the worst memories of all. It remains no matter what direction he goes, blocking out Sypha's scent. Blocking out the scent of the great Black Dog which too smells of death, but in a different manner. The thought forward does not occur, not until he feels thick roos starting to wrap around his ankle and climb up his leg.
Shit.
Alucard knows the rules. He still can't run. He can walk, try talking briskly, and he does just that. It does not dislodge the roots around him. If anything, they grow stronger in their desire to wrap around him and hold him fast, and it is as Alucard sights something in the fog that one wraps around his wrists, binding them.
That means he's going in the right direction, and so Alucard forces himself forward, step after step, restraints growing stronger every time. He cannot account for how long it takes to reach the yard of the strange all-black house (not house, it looks like some kind of old temple to some dark god), only that the roots have gone up to his chin and are threatening to slip into his mouth to choke him entirely.]
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Eventually, though, she reaches a point that it's impossible to avoid treading on the shadows underfoot, leaving her torn between remaining still, continuing forward through it, or trying to use her magic to avoid it — the latter of which being something she knows better than to utilize, being far too perilous a practice to leave up to the fae's interpretation of its purpose. But she can't remain still. She has to continue forward; she can't stay still.
She steps in the ink, and it sticks to her shoes.
Step by step, she treads forward, dragging the oil-slick shadows with her, as with each step they start to climb a little higher until they're covering her shoes, then up to her ankles, then higher and higher toward her knees.
A pluck of the eye, a bit of the toe, a cruel voice singsongs, and the shadows clinging to her skin leave her limbs prickling with pins and needles, sapping the feeling from them everywhere they touch.
But still she stumbles forward, eyes set on the shape in the distance, unsure of what waits for her there but still somehow certain she needs to reach it.]
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His mother, by fortune, had choked on the smoke of her own pyre before her flesh was well and truly burnt. As terrible a way to die as it was, it could have been worse.
He understands in that moment what this is about. So as his hands reach for the door, the roots enter his lungs, his eyes are covered, Alucard knows that this is a reminder of death here in these lands. That the rules are that of the fae, and they will never shrink in reminding them both of that fact.
The rest is darkness.]
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The oil reeks of incense and smoke; by the time she reaches the yard, she can't feel her legs, and stays upright on them only by sheer chance. Like limbs that have fallen asleep, they're clumsy like deadweight beneath her, with all feeling lost from them. It's as though the shadows are eating away at her limb by limb, until all that remains of her body is a torso and head, and even those are soon to follow.
But one step follows another. Another. Another. The filth pours into her mouth and binds her voice, like swallowing seawater as she fumbles for the door handle and throws her weight into pushing it open.]
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The door opens and Alucard collapses onto the floor all at once, a pile of limbs and memories whose scars have been dug into and had fresh blood drawn. There are scratches all over him from the roots, that bound him fast. There is blood in his throat, and Alucard's hands fly to his throat in muted horror to ensure that there is nothing else there. Blood covered twigs escape his mouth, and he can do no more than lay on the floor, wide eyed and helpless, mind reeling.
He hears Sypha though. Tries to force himself upright, but his limbs are too heavy. Weakly, he chokes out her name, praying it does not sound too helpless.]
Are you whole?
[In body. In mind, neither of them are.]
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She doesn't know how long she lies there, but it's Alucard's voice that rouses her from her stupor; she crawls toward it, one knee after another, until she passes through a doorway that leads her to a room identical to the one she just left, but this one containing Alucard.]
I'm here...right here...
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But he is so tired. There's no time to do anything else but drag Sypha into his arms once she's close enough to do so, ignoring the fine details of the place that they've found themselves in. Who cares about the roaring fire or the impossibly high ceiling that shows the whole fae court participating in one of their great wild hunts? Who is to notice a pile of sleeping dogs when there is one half of his heart brought so, so low, doubtlessly tormented by the worst memories she carries with her.
He breathes out, arms wrapped tight around her. There's no possessiveness, just fear and relief mixed into one.]
You are. You are.
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You made it, too.
[After they'd been split up. It's good that they're back together again, that they'd both managed to endure despite the things they've been shown.]
Wherever this is, I think it's safe. The dogs can't pass over, somehow.
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[Alone, they fail. That much is a basic truth, even if Alucard's ability to form words seems gone and gone entirely. With Sypha in his arms, he breathes out, feeling anchored just by her pressence.
It's only then that Alucard looks around. Breathes out. Notices the horns on the walls, the mural above them the...
...dogs. By the fireplace.]
Sypha...
[Wait. He gets it.]
...I think this is a hunting lodge.
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[The sarcasm is palpable, but subdued by her weariness and leftover fright from the horrors outside of the lodge's walls. She makes no move to leave his arms; she only squirms a little when she needs to angle herself properly to look around.]
We were the ones hunted, outside. How clever, to have us find security in a lodge for hunters.
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[Moving is out of the question for them both. Alucard would move them closer to the fire, but he has no trust of the dogs right now, nor energy to move. All he can manage is to keep a hold of Sypha, and even that feels like a test of what energy remains.
Alucard coughs, aware of the fact there is still blood sliding down his throat.]
There...I had a dream about the kind of hunt on the mural above us once.
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[She doesn't even have to see the mural to guess at what it might be. This is the realm of the fae, after all, and they prepared for this fully and truly.
She scoots closer, though, tucking her head beneath his chin.]
What happened in it? Can you remember?
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[Once had been enough. Once in Trevor's head, and never again, as it had been a by product of the spell used to let Trevor act through Alucard. The vampire needs a moment, feeling his throat heal inch by inch. It's slower here, the healing. Not good.]
I was in a forest, not unlike the one outside and...I tried to rescue him. Because of course I did.
[Alucard's predictable in so many ways.]
The rest was a matter taken from Tam Lin, the Queen wearing face after face to try and cause me to falter. Nearly did, when my mother appeared.
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[She nudges against him, feeling the way his Adam's apple shifts and works as his throat repairs itself from the inside out, and lets out a breath in the shape of a sigh as she tucks her head against his collarbone.]
It might help. You took hold of Trevor, and then...?
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[It doesn't feel as if they did enough now. Now that they're here, sharing a hunting lodge with three giant hounds who just forced them too close to the worst of their memories.]
The Queen changed shape several times. Arn first, then Damien, then...that wretched man [he means the necromancer], the bishop, then my mother, finally Carm-- [he catches himself before the full of the name is said.] The last problem. The entire time, he was in agony and failed to recognize me.
[The detail hadn't bothered Alucard at the time. Now, now he shivers at the memory, because what if he doesn't remember them now either?]
The Queen's final form clawed at me, then I woke.