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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They’re going to like her better! She has a gun! And does tricks!

[ aka the two documented favourite things of little old ladies. But there’s laughter, even if it’s at his own expense. And that is nice, at least.

He feels around for Alucard’s hand with his mostly-functional left one, though even that is weak from blood loss and just flops around the bed uselessly until it lands on somthing hand-ish. ]

We won. We still won. I’ll be more careful next time.

Your priorities are terrible, do you know that?

[He's still laughing, face in one of his hands. It feels good to laugh, it helps the tension of the day break. Sypha's laughing too, which is far better than having to look up from the phone yet again to see her face worried and unhappy that Alucard's still bound to all of the clean up of the situation.

Alucard's hand moves so that they're resting on the shitty hospital bed and shitty, starchy sheets. Better to keep things confined at the moment.]

We'll have less tigers next time. And know we're working against a forgemaster, which should help considerably.

[It won't, but Alucard can't know that yet.]

Did your family have much on the concept?

My priorities are fine! I want to keep my grandmothers!

[ He’s pouting now. How can you all not tell that this is a big deal? He’s always been a youngest child, he doesn’t know how to deal with having a little sister! ]

On forgemastery? It’s a rare skill, we could never find a practitioner willing to answer questions. Most of our information came from encounters, but one tends not to encounter a forgemaster so much as one encounters his work. It’s a form of magic that allows one to control the flesh of night creatures, to make them into shapes more appropriate for one’s needs. But it can also be used to corrupt the flesh of the dead, to turn them into night creatures.

[ He shrugs with his one good shoulder. ]

I wish I could tell you more, but- forgemasters are secretive. Even we had trouble rooting one out to get answers.

[This is new and honestly it's amazing. Alucard stuffs the last of his laughter though, vowing to return to this point. Being an only child, this entire pouting about sibling things is a novelty to him. And he is sooooo telling Trevor's grandmothers.

What the Belmont's had amounts to so very little. Alucard's lips set in a thin frown, and his free hand drums unhappily atop his own knee.]

So to divine the motives of one is more likely to be wild guessing instead of anything we can go forward with with any kind of confidence.

[ YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND he has always, always been the baby. The baby of his family. The baby of the soldiers. The baby of his grandmothers! The three of them are the only group he’s been in where he hasn’t been the little cute one. NOBODY WILL LOVE HIM IF HE IS NOT LITTLE AND CUTE! ]

To divine the motives of any one of them who’d show themselves so brazenly? Near impossible. Any that we’ve encountered were working to keep people away from them. It’s- not a skill that lends to being beloved by many.

[CONSIDERING VAMPIRE THINKS LITTLE AND CUTE ARE WHATEVER THE OPPOSITE WORDS ARE GOOD FOR DESCRIBING HIS STUPID BOYFRIEND WITH GIANT TIDDIES this is never not going to be funny.]

Well obviously, anything coming back from the dead is going to put people off. But our situation is something that means we have to figure out motive, if he's allied with anyone who'd see greater harm, or if he's simply mad.

He made an undead tiger. I think that ‘mad’ goes without saying.

[ He sighs. ]

Let me come back to this when I have a sensible amount of blood in me? Not to ruin the great display of bravado I’m undoubtedly maintaining, but it’s like thinking through fucking knee-deep mud right now. I think brains might need blood to work right.

Of course.

[It's bad form, this, jumping into work rather than worrying about Trevor's well being. Some of it is confidence, the fact Alucard knows that the Belmont will make a full and perfect recovery. The rest is quiet fear and knowing he can't hop into the bed beside Trevor and smother him with affection.

He'd really, really like to do that one.

The next best thing is to lean over and kiss Trevor for just a moment. Not because he's worried (he's worried) but because what else can he do right now?]

[ Oh, normally he’d be more than happy to jump into work in a situation like this. He appreciates that it’s an option. But this isn’t something he’s ever been trained for, and he can’t think right now, and the last thing he wants to do is to give them bad information.

He settles into the pillows he’s propped up on at the kiss, smiling. This is an ongoing fucking theme in their lives these days, isn’t it? The two of them not being able to offer as much comfort as he wishes that they could because he did something stupid, like covering himself in annointing oil, or getting hurt badly enough to need all these fucking tubes in him. ]

So- tomorrow. [ And he smiles, and he’s a little too tired for it to be as awful a smile as he’d like it to be. ] When we’re home. Tell me what we do tomorrow.

[When they get home (and he and Sypha will have to go home at some point, if only to shower and to change and to make sure that they have what they need for the next few days), there will be a moment of guilt from the vampire because as far as he's concerned, this is on him. He miscalculated in an attempt to deal with the forgemaster, and he's rendered Trevor like this. His fault. Forcing Trevor to take more damage than he should.

Alucard pulls back from the kiss, and his own face is just worn thin. He'll nap for a few hours later.]

We follow any and all doctor's orders first. I'll cook a backlog of meals today that way we can microwave whatever whenever we're hungry. Then we sit and figure out where the forgemaster is operating out of so we can track his movements.

[ God, he looks tired. They both do, and Trevor is certain that if he could see himself he’d look just as shit. But none of them are TOO tired for just a little ribbing. ]

...not that I mind getting back to work. But I give you an invitation to say romantic shit, and that’s the best you can manage? I should have asked Sypha.

...Fuck.

[That's how tired he is. He missed the obvious opportunity, and Alucard just rests his forehead on the terrible hospital mattress so that Trevor can't actually give him more shit.

(Trevor's going to give him more shit, he deserves it.)]

So tell me more about sexy microwave meals and necromancer-hunting. I’m practically seduced.

[ This misunderstanding is his new favourite thing. ]

How long are you going to hold this over my head, exactly?

[He. Fucked. Up.]

Oh, until something funnier comes along.

[ He squeezes Alucard’s hand. ]

But I’ll be nice and give you another chance, if you promise not to apologise for this tiger shit any more. Tell me what we do tomorrow Adrian.

[Alucard looks up just enough to see The Face of Sypha's judgement, which is as terrible as he expects. Yes. He's an idiot. He's going to be reminded of it for the next month or until he does something even stupider than this, which would be an achievement. Kind of.

With all the shame of embarrassment and Sypha's judgement gone, he straightens up a bit more, pausing to squeeze that hand back. Soft, because he's pretty sure that if he wasn't thinking soft he'd just go right ahead and break Trevor's hand.]

I did mean it about doctor's orders. But that requires you being in bed for some time, so that's the opposite of hardship for all three of us. [What else indeed? He'll pause, and the look he gives Trevor is downright contemplative.] I'll have to do whatever you tell me you need, of course.

Of course.

[ Please don’t break his hand, he’s running out of those.

He’s closed his eyes again, lying back against all of the pillows that Sypha’s piled behind him. If he holds his shoulders just so, he can’t really feel the overstarched hospital sheets or the dull ache of his body or the pain in the bitten arm. It’s almost a little like being in their own bed, with the both of them around him.]

I think I can manage the bed thing. And you’ll both be there?

Where else are we going to go? [Alucard shifts just a little, so that he's at a far more comfortable angle to run his fingers through Trevor's hair. It is, unshockingly, a total mess. So he starts to try and fix it, nails picking through tangles and clumps of dried blood.]

Although I expect the "I'll do whatever you say" thing must extend to Sypha's demands as well. [There's already a noise of approval, so now Alucard's locked into this agreement.]

You didn’t specify, I wanted to be sure. I swear, I give you two chances and you still can’t even tell me whether or not you’ll be in the bed.

[ Sypha’s laughing. Apparently it’s ‘bully the vampire for being bad at flirting’ time. ]

Lucky I already love you, because you’re as shitty a flirt as you are a vampire.

I was building up to it!

[He was not, he straight up forgot to include the obvious.]

If you don't like how I do this then you can make me find some other way to express my affections for you.

Oh, I adore how you do this. It’s the funniest fucking thing.

[ He tilts his head to one side, openning his eyes just a little to look at this ridiculous vampire of theirs. ]

But I’ll humour you. How were you planning on expressing your affections for me?

If I'm going to be forced to endure much more of this, I'm leaving.

[It's a total non-threat, the vampire isn't going anywhere. He's only going to sulk at Trevor and pretend he is, head now picked up and nose pointed upwards, arms folded across his chest.]

So, are you going to keep at this?

...you’re going to leave to express your affection?

[ He got his arm bitten he’s allowed to be a shit and pretend to misunderstand. ]

Well that’s also kind of a shitty way of going about it. I’m not feeling very romanced at all.

[Who is the worse boyfriend in this moment? It's hard to say.]

Maybe I was going to insist you get into the tub at some point and then stay with you for as long as you demanded of me. Maybe I was going to lie next to you in bed and spoil you without edging into that wonderful state where you're delightfully useless for a week. And maybe I was going to harass your grandmothers for additional recipes, but now I'm not so sure I'm going to be doing any of that.

I’m pretty fucking sure you are.

[ As if Alucard has ever turned down a chance to do any fucking one of those things. There’s never been an easier bluff to call. ]

You knew I was a shit going into this. You’re not going to let me being a shit change anything.

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