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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[That much, she can say with confidence. If only it were so easy to say that about all uncertain things, and not just this one.]
It's an old ceremony. It came over from Europe. He...would've certainly known it, especially if he was as traditional as you say.
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[ He's complaining, but there's fondness to it. Speakers don't compromise on what they believe. None of them do. Sypha hasn't, even now. It's just that what she believes in is a little different from the rest of her people. ]
Once you're back on your feet, then. I- thank you. Everything that's happened, and you're the one who's here fixing my problems, even now. But he'd be grateful. I know he would.
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[It's an admission that comes slowly, and with reluctance. She could've just accepted his thanks and left it alone, and closed her eyes, and drowsed like this in his arms. It would have been fine, and that could have been that.
But he's shared something with her that she knows, deep down, he probably didn't want to. How there had been moments when he would have lied or dodged, except that she'd told him to tell the truth. And maybe that's what makes her want to give back, in her own way. To make herself vulnerable, like he is.
(That's a lie. It's not about him, no matter how much she might try to rationalize it. It's because she wants to confess to someone, and right now he's a willing, captive audience.) ]
In the basement. There were...other Speakers he took, before me. I don't know their names. But I want to give them the peace of being remembered, too.
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[ He can't hold her much tighter. Not without hurting her. But god, he wants to. To open up his chest and pull her into the cavity of it and keep her safe. And he wants to run out, now, and track down the necromancer and get the vampire killer about his neck and pull and pull until he hears something snap.
He does neither. Either would be selfish. Either would be for him and not for her, and she matters and he doesn't now more than ever. He just kisses the top of her head before returning his chin to resting upon it. Safe. She's safe. And until she wants something else, that is all that matters. ]
Do you need their names, for the song? I can try to learn them, but-
[ -but perhaps a list of the names of people who died in that room is really, really not what she needs right now. ]
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[She hesitates. It's a rare moment for her, a Speaker, to know exactly what she wants to say but still feel the words sticking in her throat, thick and wrong and hard to dislodge.]
...I want to believe it was already done for them. By their families who lost them. I don't want to think of them down there with no one to miss them or mourn them.
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[ There's a long pause. Perhaps he should clean up the mess he made. But that would mean letting go of Sypha. And that would be wrong right now. ]
We won't let him do this to anyone else. You know that, yes? This will happen again, but it won't be him. You'll be the last of your people who he does harm to. I will find him, and Al- [ No. Not now. Even if he'll perhaps never be Adrian to Trevor again, that's who he ought to be to Sypha. ] -Adrian will kill him. And you will burn the body. Burn his work. Burn every mark he made on the world away. And then we will forget him.
[ 'I have never known a Trevor Belmont'. ]
We will have never known a forgemaster who called himself a Doctor.
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You're going to hate it, he'd said. You'll kick me out of the bed, he'd expected. It makes her wonder if some part of him had sat there, petrified, already wounded and kicked and bruised from an identical conversation with a different Speaker, waiting for her to not just force him from her bed but to erase him from her life as well.
And yet.
And yet he'd loved her so much, wanted her to be safe so much, that he'd risked it anyway. Because Trevor will always destroy himself first, for the sake of the people he loves.]
Will you make me forget?
[The scars on her arms will still be there. The memories of the bruises will remain. But the necromancer's words don't have to. No matter how much he might want them to.]
Will you love me as hard as you can, until his memory is gone?
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[ He can't lie. Even if he could, he can't make promises that he can't keep. ]
We'll never speak his name again. We'll track down every caravan that lost a member in the city and tell them that the monster is gone and to remember their lost friend but forget the thing that hurt them. But- no matter what we do, some part of you might remember. Some nights you'll wake up, and it'll take a moment to realize that you're there and not here. Maybe sometimes we'll touch you, and there'll be just a few seconds when you try to put a fucking icicle into us. I- nothing I can do will change that.
But we can give you better things to remember. Happier things. Enough of them to drown those out and keep them rare. And when they happen we can sit with you and hold onto you until you're grounded and you know for sure that you're here with us. And they'll happen less and less, then. Until they happen so rarely that they may as well be gone forever.
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[For all that his promises are touching and sweet, perhaps the most revitalizing thing about them is the way that they edge her toward humor. It's been hard to find the will to smile lately, much less laugh, but with Trevor it feels like the beginnings of spring stirring beneath the thick blanket of winter.]
Even though I suppose you would probably appreciate it, with how often you complain of the heat here.
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-fucking cold. And I’d appreciate the cold part.
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[Telling her the truth, she means, which he can probably guess. She draws in a breath and lets it out again in one of those full-body sighs she keeps doing lately, the ones that seem to release more air than she ever drew in, like she's finding it somewhere inside her and shoving it out, and making it take her tension along with it.]
Do you want me to fix it, so that you can speak as you want to again?
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[ Another kiss to the top of her head. He'd have to let go of her to reach anywhere else. ]
I needed this. To ask you about the gun. I'd have found a way to avoid it, otherwise. And I don't need it anymore, but if you do-
-not like I can avoid telling you anything anymore anyway, right? Doesn't make all that much difference either way.
[ And for once, he doesn't really sound like that's a complaint. As far as he's concerned, he still got the best deal. ]