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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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Oh my, oh no! Whatever shall I do?

[ His frightened maiden voice is terrible. He's trying very hard not to laugh throughout it and breaks by the end, holding tightly to his tiny vampire so that he doesn't knock her to the side with the force of it. ]

Shit, it really does. [ He leans up to kiss her. ] You should tell stories, you know. Sounds like you'd be good at it.

[ Trevor Belmont, stater of the obvious, deduces that speakers are good at telling stories. ]

[Good job, Trevor, you did it, you correctly identified one of her professional life skills. His laughter is absolutely infectious, though, and she has to take a moment out from being kissed so that the giggling has a chance to get free before she moves back in again to resume it.]

Keep doing that voice. I like it.

[It's HORRIBLE. This time, when her hand goes to the hair at the back of his head, it's a little less gentle, and doesn't so much stroke as twist a handful of his hair between her fingers, using it as leverage to get him to bare more of his throat and arch up his chest to make it easier for her to get to.]

Time to feel my bite, Trevor Belmont.

[Like him, she starts slow, kissing first where she intends to put her mark so that he can feel it coming, then gradually adding teeth. At first it's only a scrape; the next time, they catch and release; the next, they catch and hold, adding pressure until she can feel how the edges of her teeth are starting to make marks in his skin.]

Oh no! Oh noooooooo-!

[ He stops only when she grabs his hair, and his head follows her hand with only enough resistance to keep the sensation of it being tugged. The flush never quite left his face but it still manages to return the a vengeance, and the laughter comes slower, more breathless. ]

Woe is me, at the mercy of the great and terrible Sypha! Whatever will happen to me-?

[ This time, he’s cut off by the third bite, by the sting of it combined with the knowledge that it’s coming from the last person who would ever hurt anyone. It’s the dissonance there that gets to him, making it feel like this situation must be perfectly under control, that nothing could possibly happen unless Sypha willed it. ]

[It's actually sort of fun to bite him, she discovers, less because the act of biting itself really does anything for her, and more just because she likes the reactions she gets when she does it. She can feel his heart beating, and the heat simmering beneath his skin, and if it weren't for the addition of all their laughing to keep things light and bubbly, she could easily see how this might turn deep and passionate in a hurry.

They both have their scars, she knows. Trevor has so many more than she does, but she's not free of them either. Maybe there's something to the idea of putting a mark on him for reasons other than hurt and danger — one he wanted, amidst laughter. One that made his pulse race like this.

It's on her second pass over that notion that she realizes that yes, that is what she finds most enticing about the prospect. She's going to see her bruise in the morning and remember immediately how Trevor put it there, but tomorrow he's going to see hers too, and remember who he belongs to.

Now that is a very nice thought.]

You'll be mine forever, is what will happen.

[She mumbles, making sure the mark of her teeth will last before drawing back a little and running her tongue over it, soothing where the bite had once been sharp.]

[ He notices the problem here when he can't break character to make a comment about being hers. Which is a funny enough dire situation to be in that he can't bring himself to complain. He can talk this time, at least, so he can just ask her to revoke the command once this is done. ]

Alas! How terrible a fate, to be claimed by the cutest vampire! What sorrow!

[ And he removes a hand from her waist, tilting her head up to kiss her before grinning, lifting her up to deposit her onto the couch next to him. ]

I must flee!

[ And he's off, Not Running Very Quickly for reasons that include wanting to be caught and not wanting to slip from running around in his socks. ]

[That...is not what's supposed to happen here, actually, and he catches her by such surprise that she actually doesn't even think to protest a bit until he's placed her on the couch and gotten up to flee, because that's how long it takes for her admittedly hazy thoughts to catch up with precisely what it is he's done.

(...In fairness, she gets hung up a little bit on how easily he just catches hold of her and moves her like it's nothing, how it makes her altogether too conscious of just how wide and steady his hands are when he wraps them around her, and so for a few seconds she's a very cute vampire vanquished by a Belmont in an utterly novel way, defeated by the cunning strategy of being kind of turned on at the effortless way he's able to manhandle her.)

But then he's fleeing — or, well. "Fleeing" — and it occurs to her that a vampire would not let her prey elude her so easily, and so she wriggles off the couch and onto her feet and deftly avoids crashing into the coffee table where their wine has been abandoned in favor of scooting off after him.]

Youuuu will never escape the call of the darkness!

[She says, a little too loudly, with her hands raised and held in vaguely claw-like shapes as she follows him.]

The teeth of the night! The claim of the...me!

How? How can I escape the terrible call of the Sypha?

[ In hindsight, perhaps dashing back toward the bedroom would be more appropriate, but he's already picked a direction and so he's running toward the front of the castle, toward the front doors. He won't go as far as the office. Even now, not getting this silliness mixed up with work is important.

Which does mean that he runs out of space to run. He backs up against the door to the front area of the castle, looking around in what looks convincingly enough (maybe) like an attempt to find an escape route but is absolutely trying to figure out whether to run back in the other direction or let Sypha catch him. ]

How terrible! Isn't there any way out?

There is not!

[So she calls triumphantly, pleased to see that Trevor has paused at the end of a long stretch of advantageously hardwood floor, which also means that she can dramatically get a solid quasi-running start and slide the rest of the way after him such that her makeshift cape produces a fairly nice billowing effect from the pace.

It's only slightly ludicrous, the idea of her actually managing to back him up against the door and pin him there in terms of strength and body frame alone, but really, what part of this isn't ludicrous anymore, all things considered.]

I have you now, Belmont. I had my taste of you once; now I see you are far too delicious to let go of.

[So she says, as she puts her weight into bending him back against the door, mouth already seeking out his throat with her teeth slightly bared for theatrical effect.]

[Alucard went out not in the car, but in the usual dramatic vampire way, which was to say he figured out one of his father's spells for traveling like lightning, and it's good when he doesn't feel like driving. He liked it much better than fire, which was how his father projected his authority to the world, even if was exhausting.

The vampire lands on the front step with a final flash of light, and that signals just as Sypha gets Trevor back against the door.

It also means that the vampire opens the door just a moment later, reeking of ozone and the usual bit of char that he has whenever he travels like this, he is treated to the goddamn weirdest sight he's seen in a while. Trevor's underneath Sypha, Sypha's got her mouth on or near or something involved with Trevor's throat, and the whole damn thing looks like a disaster pile. Sypha also seems to have one of his coats on as a cape, and...

...and he just stares.]

What the fuck.

[ So his yelp of surprise when the door gives way behind him and he tumbles backward comes out as a girlish squeal, which just makes him wish he were a little drunker so he wouldn't be quite so embarrassed about it. He falls into Alucard's chest, and fortunately even exhausted he's probably able to take both of their weight easily.

And he grins up at Alucard. ]

What misfortune! What dreadful luck! How ill fated I, trapped between the great and terrible Sypha and her most trusted ally?

Oop!

[Trevor is the only one who squeals when they fall, but Sypha definitely doesn't stay silent as they tumble and flop onto — oh, Alucard's home, that's awfully nice, it's always better when he's nearby.

...And then Trevor opens his mouth.]

...Hello.

[She's lucky she's cute or otherwise this would be an even bigger disaster than it already is.]

I'm hunting Trevor.

[This explains everything.]

You're hunting....

[This explains nothing. Luckily as Alucard tries to get Trevor up onto his feet, there is a very distinct wine smell that hits his nose.]

Is that why he's talking like that?

[She is very cute. She also appears to be Powered by Alcohol in this moment.]

Trevor, tell me, what is she doing really?

Woe is me, for the terrible vampire-sorceress Sypha has placed me under a most dreadful spell!

[ That's how the explanation comes out. He tried. He lets himself be returned to his feet, but doesn't make any efforts to free himself from his spot pinned between vampire and second, smaller vampire. ]

Ummmmmmmmmm.

[Welp. Busted. Hopefully Alucard is in a good mood and will wind up thinking this is charming and hilarious, somehow, and not fall into an abrupt existential depression about the ramifications of his nature and what it means for his continued existence and related matters of the heart.

It's always a toss-up, really.]

...Wait, no I didn't. Did I?

[Did she? That seems wrong. Unless she wasn't paying attention, which is...possible, but.

Uh-oh.]

...Oh. I, um. Might have told him to talk like that. Maybe.

[There is a low and despairing noise from Alucard, and he just stares at them both, shaking his head. He leaves them for just a few hours, and they're drinking communion wine, Sypha's cursed Trevor to speak like a bad horror vixen, and she's still wearing his coat.

He is happier in ignorance here.]

Please unbind him now before you forget. I'm just going to head to the kitchen and start dinner, unless you two have objections.

How terrible a fate! So foolishly, I failed to tell you because this was funny! And now, horror of horrors, it has lost its novelty!

[ But also, he does have objections. Because really, how dare he walk in on this and not join in? He turns his head, trying to push Alucard's collar aside with his face. ]

Alas, you cannot! For I have succumbed to the dark influence of the terrible sorceress!

[ By which he means: Time to bite the vampire. ]

Trevor, only talk like that when you choose to.

[Now if he keeps doing it, it's entirely his own fault, and not hers. But far be it from her to tell him to stop outright.]

...And he does make a good point, I think. It would not be very fair for us to have ours, and you to not get yours.

[To which she is going to pull the lowest of all dirty moves and step away from Trevor just enough to wrap herself around Alucard's arm and seek to keep him in place, too cute and warm and charming to escape from while Trevor does the honors.]

[Ambushed! At his own front door! Before he can even close it!!! And Sypha's playing dirty.

The vampire can't actually manage to do everything he wants to in this moment, which is to close the door, turn Trevor around so he prevails upon Sypha instead, and then escape to the kitchen because he really, really needs a drink right now. He has at least ensured Trevor is bound to Bad Heroine Speech, so that's...an accomplishment.

His only free hand does manage to close the door though. That's enough time to escape from the rest of this nonsense.]

I'm telling your priest what you got up to with all this wine.

How awful, turned against my true love by Sypha's bad magic shit.

[ ...yeah, there's a difference when he's doing it deliberately. With Sypha no longer holding him in place with his back to Alucard's chest and Alucard trapped by a very cute jailer, he can just turn around to get a better angle, kissing at the side of Alucard's neck before biting down there. It should really be at the collarbone to match the two of them, but Alucard has a bad habit of actually buttoning his shirts properly, so it isn't really convenient. ]

Hush and let him bite you.

[That's directed at Alucard, thankfully, so hopefully there will be no further order-bullshit misunderstandings. Once Alucard's sufficiently engaged in being bitten, however, she switches from holding his arm with both of hers to having just one wrapped around it, and moves the other to the middle of Trevor's back to rub approvingly between his shoulder blades.]

...Wait, he's the true love? Why am I the villain in this?!

I'm going to guess that it's because you made him get stuck talking like he's in one of your romance no-- mmmm.

[Alucard cannot actually tell if in all of this tipsy madness they've forgotten that neck things are only for making the vampire totally weak at the knees or not, but either way it means any serious protest he might be attempting to mount is cut off by a far more delighted noise.

He should try to carefully remove the Belmont. He is not trying to remove the Belmont. But he is going to try and rescue himself.]

Is this what you two do when I'm out?

[ He hasn't forgotten. This is very deliberate. ]

It's the cape, actually. You're the only one with a cape.

[ BELMONT WISDOM FOR FINDING VAMPIRES RIGHT THERE. Always look for the cape. He's talking against Alucard's neck (very deliberate), lips and stubbled cheek moving against it as he speaks. ]

I wanted to get drunk and complain. She's the one who wanted to get drunk and play vampires. [ And with a grin. ] What a cruel fate, dear unsuspecting victim, for you to be captured like this by the two of us!

[ HE APPARENTLY CHANGED CHARACTER???? ]

Edited 2019-02-18 00:03 (UTC)

You brought up vampires first when you said you would tell me if I bite better than one.

[HMPH. It's always fun to watch Alucard slowly come undone at the seams, however, so she's not going to complain that much.

...

Especially not when IN AN UNPRECEDENTED TWIST SHE APPARENTLY HAS AN ACCOMPLICE?

Well, then. She can think of at least one good way to help contribute to this. If Trevor has the physical angle covered, she'll gladly take the mind game — and does, rising up onto her tiptoes so that she can get her lips right up against Alucard's ear.]

Shhh. Just close your eyes. He's good at that, isn't he? How you can tell it's him even without looking, from the rub of his scruff on your skin. We're going to take such good care of you, you know. Just relax, my love, and let us.

Capes are not indicative of anything, that's just nonsense. [Because while lips and stubble can make the vampire weak, fighting Belmont Bullshit? That he always will stand and counter in spite of attempts to compromise him. There's a huff, and the only free arm that Alucard has gestures wildly.]

Why were you two having that discussion in the first place?

[He's going to have an actual fit when he learns it's because he won't bite either one of them.

Which is a very different fit than the one Alucard's having now. It falls under the vampire's personal organizational system of I have stuff to do but also this is amazing and Very Distracting. Sypha's the one making it hardest to extricate himself though, because he is still trapped against his own front door.

His eyes are still open, but his next breath is shakier. Sypha fights so goddamn dirty.]

Unfair, the both of you.

Because she was about to bite me, obviously.

[ OBVIOUSLY????

And, unceremoniously, he crouches to sling Alucard over his shoulder. Which isn't the most aesthetically appropriate way to be carrying him around, but is the way that requires the least cooperation on Alucard's part. ]

Terribly unfair. Now, my dark mistress, where should I take our prisoner?

[ For being so bad at maintaining a character, he's having far, far too much fun with this. ]

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