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 hasn't turned back to face him. His focus is on the sink. One hand moving to run over the herbs, get their essential oils up and into the air.]
This is not sustainable.
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[ He’s not sure Alucard is right about that. He’s yet to encounter anything that wasn’t sustainable if you grit your teeth hard enough. ]
If you want me gone, wait until October like the rest of the world.
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Don't you dare put words in my mouth.
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[ He chooses to see Disappointed. And so he doesn't care. How many people has he disappointed in his life? Why would Alucard matter more? ]
So if you want something other than that, spit it the fuck out. If not, deal with it a couple months until the situation resolves itself.
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I want to know if you are now only looking at a monster, and one you'd rather no longer have at your side, Trevor.
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I've- [ And he tests the words with his mouth carefully before speaking them. They're soft. But they're also the truth, and truths from Trevor are always hard ones. ] -always been looking at a monster. I just forgot for a while. I shouldn't have. Stupid of me. It's the sort of mistake that gets people like me killed.
[ The second question, though, he doesn't answer. ]
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Alucard rests one hand on the counter. Easier to mar the countertop than the sink. He can cover it with a cutting board or dishes so Sypha never sees it. (She'll see it.)
How do I make you forget again? It isn't a helpful question, it's a desperate and stupid one.]
And the other part of my query?
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[ He says, as if he's been making it perfectly obvious this whole time. Not even he thinks he's been making it at all obvious. ]
But this- [ And he extends a hand in a gesture of helplessness, motioning to Alucard's hand on the counter. No claws yet, but every part of his control worn so badly that he's had to prepare the the eventuality. ] -this is what you are.
This is what you are, and you couldn't be it when a hundred thousand people needed it. Only when she did. Only when you did. And I mistook selfishness for humanity.
[ He sighs. ]
I love you, but I don't know who the fuck you are.
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[There's hurt there. Real hurt, because in the process of recovering Sypha from this nightmare, they've seemingly lost everything else. That is a price, a very high one, and Alucard hates that they're paying it now.
Worse is I mistook selfishness for humanity. That's the point where Alucard's attempt to just look disappointed fails, and there's heartbreak on his face instead, all slackjawed devastation and trying not to shake.]
I am who I always have been. You've simply interpreted the same thing in another way and...
[He doesn't have any more words. They die on his tongue.]
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[ He doesn't look at Alucard's face. He can't. ]
How many monsters do you think have put their hands on me? How many do you think have meant well? I have- shit to figure out.
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[The words should come out with anger. They're hollow. They're terrified.]
Controlling all of those inheritances from my father is about humanity. They're too easy to slip into and never return from. [And you wanted me to be like that from the beginning.]
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[ He wanted him to be a monster all along. But this was wrong. The wrong time. The wrong reason. ]
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Breaking things in the basement was better than going outside and turning that on anyone besides myself.
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I don’t know what you want me to say. That things like you kill things like me? Steal us from our cradles and crash our skulls before we become a threat? Drain us try and throw us into filthy rivers to bloat up like balloons? Slit our throats and wash in the blood? Or that things like me kill things like you? With silver and holy water and fire and faith and whatever the fuck else we can find.
[ He sighs, shaking his head. ]
I love you, but when I needed you to be a monster, you weren’t. And when I needed you to be a human, you weren’t.
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Truth is...hard. Alucard listens, but there's a terrible cringe as he does so because Trevor isn't wrong. They're the exceptions, or at least that's how it has felt for the past few months. He wants to respond with I'd never do any of that but what the hell is the point?
His eyes focus on the counter. There's been no changes in his hands. They're rock steady, the fingernails still nails rather than claws.
Then something slips out that absolutely shouldn't.]
You weren't either, this past week.
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I was a Belmont.
[ But that’s not the whole of it, is it? No. He was a fae, a creature incapable of reason, driven entirely by its basic nature. He was the fairy knight of this house, its domovoi, a protector to those it cared for and a rod for the back of those who displeased it. ]
I was what I needed to be.
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[It was worse than when Trevor first took up residence in the castle, all salt and vinegar, making it impossible to be comfortable. This was with the knowledge of how incredibly warm and wonderful and peaceful the house could be, how Trevor could care and make that fact known in his own ways. Just as Alucard did. Just as Sypha did.
He wanted comfort from a brick wall. Reassurance. Some other way to express every fear that was inside of him, seeking ways to get out. And now fear comes in words, cracking and sticking in his throat.]
I don't want this to be added to the cost of this horrible thing.
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[ There’s something in his tone, at least. Something that isn’t anger. Amusement, maybe, and not the nasty, grim kind that he falls back on when he’s afraid. He offers Alucard his hand, all marked on the palm but still his hand. ]
You have fucked up priorities, vampire.
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[In another world, one older and in such different circumstances, those words might ring out differently. Such as it is, Alucard just gives up holding back the tears that have been threatening to escape for a time. He misses the shift in tone. Misses the offered hand, because everything's gone blurry.
(Also, his hands? Covered in fish.)]
They are fine. There is simply a heart in two hands and one is fading.
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Sometimes, this is what- shit, you probably know how the sentence goes by now.
[ This is what victory looks like. Tears and fish and rejected attempts at reconciliation and everything broken beyond repair. ]
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[They've been overused now. They ring too hollow for this moment.]
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[ He doesn’t try again. Not offering his hand, anyway. Alucard doesn’t want that, and he doesn’t care for the rejection. ]
Whatever becomes of us, it was worth it.
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[Alucard turns the faucet on to fill the silence. Washes his hands because they're still covered in fish smell and there's enough sense of him to be aware he's been standing over the sink with raw fish on his hands for far too long.]
I never apologized for marring your palms, did I?
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[ Kind of hoped he wouldn’t notice, in fact. Because that little detail of the spell seemed like something too likely to dissuade Alucard from doing what was needed. ]
Didn’t think you knew.
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Wasn't the right time to say anything. [Under any other circumstances, it would have because he hurt Trevor. The stupid bugfuck fear for Sypha was the only thing that convinced him of compromising himself.
Finally, Alucard turns back to Trevor, his face pale pink and splotchy. He barely can pick his arm up right now, but he gestures to the hand all the same.]
May I?
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