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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Alucard keeps at what he is doing. Anything to make Trevor stay in this state. Anything to make him sound this warm.]
There are two hearts in your hands now. Take care.
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[ It still hurts. He’s still useless, his hands too unsteady to do anything worthwhile, head pounding and throat dry. He can’t quite keep track of where he is. When he is. But it’s nice. Arn’s already judged him and found him wanting. Already gone. There’s a freedom to it, talking to someone who can’t think any less of you, having something so broken that it can’t break further. He can talk and know that none of it matters. None of it’s even real, and even if it were it wouldn’t change anything.
He just talks. More freely than he has since coming here, is far less coherently. About Alucard and Sypha. About how terrifying the situation is. About boarding houses across europe. About the mud, and about weighing the indignity of shaving his head against not having to worry about getting lice from the other men. And about- ]
-She’s not written. I don’t know why she’s not written. To call me back home. To send the rest of the family here to help. Shit, not even to show us how the pups are growing.
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[Right now, only Alucard knows how ironic the statement is. It's why he says it, and why there's a faint smile in his voice.
It is a wonder to hear Trevor speak without care though. Not just because it is the rare opportunity to hear him unfiltered, but to really understand what matters in his mind. The statements about Sypha are agreed with softly, Alucard remains quiet about himself, and all throughout the journey to America, he nods along.
It isn't until the matter of the Belmonts come up that Alucard is truly concerned.
Shit.]
New address. Has to travel across the entire Atlantic now.
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[ He's running out of steam, still shaking, but voice slowing. He's not falling asleep, more going still and unresponsive. His weight is entirely against Alucard now, face buried in his chest. It doesn't feel like the cloth of speaker robes, but it's still there. There to babble into, the way he used to do when he was too drunk.
Just now he's too sober. ]
I'm tired, Arn. I wouldn't be seeing you if I wasn't tired. It's easier, being close to them. But then it's harder, knowing I'm going to fuck it all up. I've not had so much to lose since we last spoke.
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[Alucard can't know what this mirrors, not in any meaningful way. All he knows is that this is a ritual, a letting go, a catharsis that isn't meant for him. Not really, not in any meaningful way. He's wearing the mask of another man, and in that, he's gotten to know Trevor perhaps more than Trevor would ever allow for in usual circumstances.]
You need to sleep, Trevor. The outlook will be better in the morning. And there will be less worry too.
[Alucard kisses the top of Trevor's head.]
You won't lose it.
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[ He sighs, shaking his head, but remains settled. ]
I can rest. Stay here, until my head stops fucking with me. Good enough?
[ ...there's a compromise he'd never make normally. ]
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[And they do. Alucard keeps holding onto Trevor like this until Sypha's show is over. He doesn't say much of anything, he just lets Trevor remain where he is, safe and secure in the dhampir's arms. Perhaps it's too little, what Alucard's able to do right now. It certainly feels that way. But tonight's proven one thing: Trevor cares. A lot.
Sypha finds her way to the other two soon enough, and her eyes meet Alucard's, clearly curious as to what's happened. Alucard only shakes his head to assure her he'll explain later, and then his attention returns to Trevor.]
Let's get you to bed.
[There's no real question about what happens next. Alucard lifts Trevor in his arms as he stands. Easy enough.]
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[ He pauses, blinking when Sypha moves so close that he can't ignore her. He doesn't understand anymore. He hasn't understood for so long. ]
I can't.
[ She wilts, pursing her lips before finally giving in. Just for now. Just so he isn't suffering. This isn't over. She nods for Alucard to take him to bed, leaving for the hiding place. Best that both of them are unaware of where it is (inside the workings of the radio, where neither of them dare would go poking around on a show day unless it was already broken). Trevor clings to Alucard, not quite ready to stand without support. ]
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[More than that, they understand better than they have ever before. Alucard keeps walking, bearing Trevor's weight as if it's nothing. It isn't, not to him. It's the easiest thing in the world.
Once they're in their bedroom, Alucard sets Trevor down as carefully as he can. He doesn't bother to remain standing either - he sits, quiet and comfortable and still taking Trevor into his arms. Holding onto him is important right now, because he's given so much.
When Sypha returns, Alucard's practically wrapped around Trevor like a shitty vampire coat, one that's far too protective and looks like he might even bat her away if he was asked to.]
Found what you need.