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.

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Very well.

[ 'Until this matter is solved'. Those words stick with him, and he can't quite put his finger on why. He turns them over in his mind, until- ]

-she's closing our window. [ Fuck. ] We have the blood until the matter is resolved. And if she kills her ally, it's resolved at that point.

[ Which means, vampires moving with the speed that they do, that they could have very little time at all. The time they have to use the blood could be over already. He'd prefer to have Sypha here, for safety's sake, but- ]

Paper. I need paper.

Yes.

[Alucard reaches into the desk, taking out a clean sheet of paper and placing it on the desk. He has a second for himself, along with a pen as he writes a note to indicate that the office is closed for now.]

Do what you can, then we'll get to the car. I'm afraid that means speeding this time around.

[ He takes a lighter from his pocket and one sheet of the paper from the drawer, burning a hole through it and using the charred paper to write something onto it in shorthand before handing it up to Alucard, grabbing for another sheet of paper, the pen and the blood. ]

Look through this. Be ready for shit to get weird.

Look th-...

[He's confused, but Alucard takes the burnt paper all the same. He raises it up, focusing on the second sheet of paper.]

I'm looking. I'm ready for weird.

[ Once Alucard is looking through the burned hole, Trevor sets to work. He pours a little of the blood onto the paper, dipping the pen into it and dragging it across in patters, more shorthand coming off each line. The charred edges of the hole catch again. ]

Shit- fire. Should have warned you.

[ Trevor doesn't say anything more (he can apologise after), resuming his desperate scrawling until the burning hole becomes a lens to- something else. A lot of something elses at first, Carmilla's blood being spread through the city as it is. He's looking through the eyes of every one of Carmilla's fledglings at once. One by one, the extra visions fall away as Trevor adds more to the spell and it grows more and more specific.

And there is their necromancer.

And he looks terrified. His pince-nez are broken, broken glass from their lenses in one cheek, the bridge of his nose bleeding from where the metal of them has been driven into it with some force. There is a hand in his hair, long and slender, pulling his head back at an unnatural angle while his hands fumble with the spark wheel of a lighter and a piece of that incense. Another of those long, slender hands plucks the incense from his and tosses it away, then disappears and reappears with a bottle of the tonic.

There's no sound, but something happens out of sight and the man's mouth opens in a scream before the tonic is poured down his throat, bubbling and dribbling from his mouth as he struggles to breathe through the liquid. ]

It's fine.

[Fire's nothing in the face of whatever it is they're dealing with. Alucard keeps his hands steady, not questioning the logic of what he is seeing or the mechanics of how this all works. What matters is that this works, and that it feels like they're narrowing in, in, in, and....]

Fuck.

[Of course it's the necromancer. He's been found, and Alucard can't even take delight in the fact that someone has managed to injure him. What he's seeing is...

....oh fuck.]

Belmont, can you get me an address of where this is happening?

[Alucard's voice is a mix of real alarm and the calm persona he has to put on.]

She's narrowed in on the culprit and taken justice upon herself. Turning someone as well with the tonic. If we catch her in the act, then we've taken care of two problems.

We'll need a road map, to compare this to.

[ That's what he suspects the lines are, anyway. A sequence of lines, branching out from the larger pool of blood at the centre. He knows that what he's drawn here is a map, but he doesn't use this spell. He barely understands it. They're too branching and uneven to be ley lines. Too clearly man-made to be rivers. Too-

-shit. His hand moves, and he didn't do that. The risks of using someone's blood. They know. They have access to you. If they're powerful enough-

-he really ought to have brought Sypha. ]

Get back. Don't say-

[ Don't say anything. Assume that Carmilla can see anything he sees, hear anything he hears, and use his hands to wield the Vampire Killer at his hip. ]

Mmm.

[There's a map in the glove compartment. That much Alucard knows, but then Trevor's hand moves and he goes as still as he ever has.

Blood magic. This is always the risk of it. The connection going both ways, the person on the other end knowing it and manipulating the matter.

He doesn't speak. He moves back as instructed, now in the door frame. Gold eyes on his Belmont, ready to find some way to severe the connection the moment he's told to.]

[ Carmilla looks down at her hands, wide and rough and scarred, and sighs with disappointment. She'd rather been hoping for control of the other person in the room.

(How precious that would have been, to make the prince put down his own pets. As it is, she can't just kill him. There's very little that she can do with the Belmont. Snatch up the last of the blood and drink it, perhaps, but she has just used her one legal turning of the decade. She considers the window for a moment, but it's the ground floor. Even if it weren't, no doubt the little prince would catch his pet.) ]

The matter is resolved. You need only collect and interrogate your nasty little troublemaker at your leisure. He will do nothing, the poor dear. He isn't immune to his own toys any more.

[ The chuckle that follows isn't entirely alien to Trevor's voice. But it's been a while since he's engaged in humour dark enough to warrant it, knowing how Alucard dislikes such things. ]

You have no further use for my blood. I will hold the Belmont as collateral until it is destroyed. That seems fair, does it not?

[Alucard's instinct is to let out a low and feral snarl, because of course Carmilla would do this. He's capable of projecting composure though, God knows how he's managing it.

He takes the blood that remains in the tube, holding it up so that it can be seen. It's poured out into the little metal dish that the needle is in, and then Alucard goes into his desk. Takes out the matches he keeps in there, lights a flame.

There's some paper put into the tin for good measure, and then he adds the match. Burning blood isn't...kind...but it is effective and moreover, it can be seen.]

Give me the address. Then you leave Trevor Belmont, and don't dare communicate this way ever again. You speak to me in person. Your age makes you my elder, but you are not regent and are defying sacred laws even now.

Ungrateful, aren't we?

[ Trevor's hands reach for the map that he drew before, and he lifts it before adding labels to the streets. Once he's pushed the paper across the desk, Carmilla releases him.

He falls foreward, bracing himself against the desk and panting, choking down air. ]

[There's only one real response, and that's fuck you. Carmilla leaves before Alucard can say it, and he's glad for it. The way that Trevor falls forward is almost needed, because at that point he knows how he can function.

Alucard runs, putting both of his hands over Trevor's. Staying quiet isn't an option either, even as he squeezes both hands reassuringly.]

She's left. You're here, you're anchored.

[ It takes him a few moments, the hyperventilating slowing over time. He doesn't need air, at least not more than people normally do. Carmilla was breathing. He just couldn't feel it. It feels like he was holding his breath the entire time that she was there, and so his mind is trying to catch up. ]

Fuck.

[ He swallows, trying to focus on Alucard. They got lucky. They got so lucky, that for whatever reason Carmilla chose not to have him use the Vampire Killer. This could have gone so much worse. ]

Shit, should have seen that coming.

I'd be within my rights to pull laws on her. She metted out justice when she knows better and that turning wasn't authorized. It'd...

[Now is not the time. His hands are still resting atop Trevor's, and his squeeze is perhaps too hard. Alucard catches himself, and he knows that soon they'll both be so very on edge from simply being in the presence of the Necromancer.]

We need to finish this part of work first. Will you be okay by the time we get there?

[ No. No, he won't be. ]

'm fine.

[ He doesn't really sound convincing, but he takes another breath and tries to sound more steady than he is. ]

We need Sypha. If not to come with us, then at least to give her blessing. If she stays behind, it has to be her own choice.

[ What they put her through last time, when it all went wrong, when she had to learn in the worst way how much she was needed, they won't do that again. ]

[This is bad.

Alucard lifts one of his hands from Trevor's, but it's only to pick up his desk phone.]

It'll be faster if we call right now. The drive is too long, and we need this much closed. For all our sake's.

[But Sypha's most of all. He wants to drag Trevor into his arms, kiss the top of his head and fuss all that he can, but that option isn't available to him. Not in the office.]

Sit down. Please.

[There's no hiding the worry in his voice.]

[ He actually does as he's asked, though he does feel the need to go back to his own chair before letting his head fall into his hands. Honestly, the fact that he's doing what he's told when it comes to this is probably more concerning than anything else. ]

As long as she has the option.

[ Carmilla made it sound like he'd be harmless. Maybe he will be. Maybe he won't be the problem, just bait. If the worst happens, she has to know what they're doing. They can't keep it from her again, not when she could barely stand the last heartbreak it caused. ]

Yes.

[Alucard's hand hovers over the rotary dial, his eyes on Trevor. The body language says everything, and in truth, Alucard is there with him. There's a fierce desire to scream within the vampire, and he doesn't believe Carmilla for a moment that the man's harmless now. Yes, fledglings are easier to deal with, but that doesn't mean that this one will be any less wild.

He dials. Then waits quietly until she picks up.]

Sypha? It's us. Something work related has come up that crosses into the personal, and I'm so sorry that this has to be over the phone.

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