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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[There is a sharp bark of absolutely incredulous laughter. They're horrible. Ugly as sin. Yet Alucard loves them utterly because they're so terrible and Godbrand would hate them so. goddamn. much.]

They'd still be massive insults.

[There's actual glee in his voice as he says that.]

I want to keep them.

It was my first fucking try, okay? And my second. And my third. ...I think they're getting worse.

[ Defensive, at least in this way, fuelled by hurt pride instead of fear, isn't a common thing for him. But gosh! He tried his best! ]

But fine. You can have the Potatobrands. Godtatos?

Potatobrands. The second one is just...it doesn't feel right.

[They're going in Alucard's study. That he uses for work. Because they are hideous and perfect and they're going to make him laugh, and make at least Theodora laugh when she sees them.]

Is it bad I'm more inclined to favor the worse ones?

Probably. The worse they are, the more useless they are for giving anyone indigestion.

[ He puts them back into the knitting bag for now. ]

I still need to put the eyes on the last one. I'll do that for you once we're back.

[ Yes, googly eyes. ]

Can I watch?

[The light changes, and with that, Alucard changes gears and keeps driving.]

It's just going to be sewing eyes on a potato.

[ It's going to be awkward. He knows it's going to be awkward, because once they're in the castle- he's already muted compared to how he was in the room with his collection of grandmothers. Once they're in the castle he's The Belmont again, and Alucard is The Vampire.

But then, he has no good reason to refuse. ]

Fine, but you don't get to laugh when I get one far too high and the other too low.

As far as I understand it, that's more accurate anyway.

[He doesn't dare to comment on please act like this at home. He can't, that kills whatever weird, rare moment this is.]

I'll be honest, I wouldn't know. Never had a whole lot of information on him. Couple renditions of him by Irish monks, and I'm not sure if you've ever seen monk illustrations, but-

-you know, I think the potatoes might be accurate the the illustrations of him.

We have commissioned illuminated manuscripts in the library.

[Alucard says it mildly, then clarifies:] My mother and I couldn't quite figure out how that happened, but they're in there all the same.

[One of the many wonders of the library.]

They capture the essence which is what any good portrait does.

...Fuck, then, apparently the Potatobrands are fucking masterpieces.

[ It's nice, being able to laugh like this with someone who is not one of his many many grandmothers. He doesn't do it nearly often enough. ]

Why do you think I'm so insistent on keeping them? I know art when I see it.

[ He kind of wishes that the castle was further, but sure enough the treeline begins to flicker and- it's a gate. It's always been a gate. And now, the task he's been given seems ridiculous. It's petty and small and lives are at stake.

But it's only the work of a few minutes. He can waste a few more minutes. ]

I should finish these, before anything else. I'll forget otherwise.

[ The weariness is back in his voice. Alucard is The Vampire again, and he is the Belmont. ]

Take the night and see if you can do any of them without instruction.

[He says it lightly. Because this will be refused, but Alucard feels a strange compulsion to try.]

Any of the- Godbrand dolls.

[ He looks utterly confused. HOW WOULD THAT HELP MATTERS AT ALL? It's tempting, he wants to just sit and knit potatobrands, but- ]

-is that a request?

...Do I have to say it as such?

[It's a shockingly gentle version of that question.]

If you want me to spend the night knitting instead of something more- [ Belmont-y. ] -useful yes. You do.

Can I ask why that is?

[He's serious. And pressing into something probably too fragile.]

No fucking point in doing it if it's not a request, is there?

[ One thing Alucard may have noticed before - the church ladies were constantly asking things of Trevor. Tiny things, requests to listen, or to do something, or to tell them things. It may not have been noteworthy at the time, because they are basically always demanding things of everyone. ]

It has to be a request?

[Alucard doesn't quite frown, but it's etched in the lines of his face all the same. It's such a strange little detail, and reflecting on the earlier matter, the ladies were doing that, weren't they?]

...Leftover from military service?

[Because that would be logical. Being raised to fill a role, then going into training for an even more rigid hierarchy.]

I- yes. Mostly.

[ That's part of it, at least. It'd be easier to work around it if it weren't for that. ]

I told you. We needed to take desperate fucking measures for Bluebeard.

The fair folk?

[The reaction hedges on the incredulous. Trevor has no reason to lie, and it explains so terribly much. The requests. Some of his behavior which is too feral for Alucard to be comforted. If the overall directive in the Belmont's life is to stick to the mission of his House, then...

...then this is the only thing that could result.]

Yes. First boy of very generation.

[ Bluebeard took more wives than just the human ones. The fae he killed and turned when he travelled through Ireland became the baobhan sith, spread out from Ireland across Europe. No doubt a few of them made it to America with the Irish immigrants. Nothing could be done about them without the leave of the fair folk's courts. That was the deal they made. The Belmonts could hunt any fair folk that treated with vampires without consequence, and in return- ]

Incidentally, if I vanish on All Hallows- sorry about that. Not really my choice.

I see.

[Alucard is very quiet. They're still halfway up the driveway, he put the car in neutral at some point because this space between the gates and the castle itself feels like it's the only place where they can keep this conversation going. It should have happened months ago, but Trevor forced too much so quickly.

Beyond this information though is another little truth. It's why a Belmont would be so easily swayed by a compulsion.

At the mention of Halloween though, Alucard shakes his head.]

The city has it's rituals and I will be otherwise occupied, be at the festivities or the graveyard.

[Because there's two parts to this. He only cares about the one.

The next question is testing the waters. Trying to ask in a way that doesn't skirt compulsion.]

Tell me, with...with how this works, are there ways of exercising free will?

There should be. [ Emphasis on 'should be'. ] I'm not being controlled, I'm just- we're meant to be trained. Weird meditation shit, so we can instruct ourselves. But the fucking war started, so- [ So he was trained in military service instead, which doesn't exactly put priority on learning to give oneself instructions. ]

I'm not bound to follow instructions from anyone, unless I choose to accept that kind of shit. But without them, I can only follow my basic nature. And my basic nature is apparently an asshole.

Tricking the brain into certain paths to make things easier. That much I do comprehend. Neuroscience was no one's specialty in this house, nor was psychology, but...

[He's falling off on his own path. Of nerd shit. Because this is the most obvious reaction to "your weird Belmont's impacted by fae shit."]

So if I just said "don't be an asshole," would there be any effect?

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