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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[The disbelief is apparent on her face, the implication of the words like a frigid weight dropping into the pit of her stomach. Alone. This is what he's chosen, to meet with the monster that has brought this calamity upon them alone, as though this is some — some stupid fairy tale of old and things like chivalry and honor have any place in a city full of vampires turning children and slaughtering innocents.
Alone means he's not taking Trevor. Alone means he's not taking her. Their strength has always been in their numbers, in their support for each other, and his decision is to ignore that advantage and do this — alone.]
Why would you do this...
[Her voice is hoarse, and she's not sure when that happened.]
You have us, why would you do this — do you expect us to just stand by and watch with the rest of them...?!
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[The what is left unsaid. The word is simply pained. Trevor's entire reaction is still fresh, it's happening at the same moment, and it's worse because he can still picture Trevor across the desk as well. He and Agatha had considered every angle of it, had talked out all the possibilities, and this is what they had settled on.]
I can't expect anything. All I know is that in the end, it is still myself or her. Carmilla has dragged everyone else in this city into the matter as collateral, and it can't be sustained anymore.
[It's not a good defense, but at least it is a true one.]
To cut to the chase, to just...just force the inevitable confrontation, it will at least stop this. If Carmilla thought she could actually fight me like this, she wouldn't rely on the techniques she does now.
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[Her hands are going white-knuckled on the armrests of the chair, and she hasn't even noticed. She'll notice when her hands start to ache, maybe.]
You're giving her a spectacle, you realize that. You don't think that is exactly what she wants?
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[Alucard's nearly sinking in the chair. Sliding off it. He already feels small and alone, so why not simply go for broke.]
I'd take you both and abandon this city to her if it would solve anything. But it won't. Nothing is going to get solved until she's dead or I'm dead, or my father decides to return before anything else happens.
[The last one is a vampire miracle.]
Trevor's already walked out. Rightfully so.
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This moment just keeps getting worse and worse, every minute.]
...He what?
[Four words that hit her like a punch to the gut. Trevor's already walked out. What, then — now their trio has been reduced to two?]
What do you mean? What are you saying? Trevor —
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[So you know. This is fine. This is fine!!!]
Things could be salvaged. Or it could not matter anyway.
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Is that what you want from me, too...?
[Her voice is a whisper, now.]
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[Safe. He just wants them both to be safe if everything goes to hell. He doesn't want Sypha alone. He doesn't want Trevor left to the fae. He just wants them safe and he may not be able to make that so.
He failed them anyway with those stupid fucking brakes anyway, didn't he? It was only the car that saved them. He failed Sypha with that necromancer. They haven't had the right amount of time to well and truly dive into the fae and how to defeat their claim on Trevor.
Every fear has come home to rest. Each in turn has wrapped itself around the vampire, making a fine cloak of utter despair. He wears it, weighed down, and the sob that comes out next is from the weight of it all.]
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[It's uncanny, how much bitterness she manages to embody in just two words.]
So you don't want me to leave, but it was right for Trevor to? Is that because he told you how stupid this is? Because that's his job, that is what he can do, he sees what you have to be to hold this city together and — and you think it's this and he told you it isn't, didn't he? Because Trevor always knows what you have to be. He always knows. And all I do is coddle you.
[She pauses a minute, swallowing back the lump in her throat.]
And what if you die? What if you die, what then?
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[He's worse with words when he's like this.]
Trevor wanted to do this instead of myself, so that means him dying instead of me, Sypha. Because that's somehow better in his stupid head. [It's really stupid.]
If I die then...I wallow in guilt wherever I end up because I begged you to leave everything behind and this is how's it's ended.
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[She's pressing her lips tightly together to keep her mouth steady, refusing to let it tremble.]
I know you've thought this through. What happens to me. What happens to Trevor. What did you tell yourself, to make peace with this plan of yours before you put it into motion.
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[He's just been a presence at parties to talk shitty science with. An oasis in a sea of politic.]
Everything that's mine directly is yours. The bank accounts will give you security for travel for decades to come. I can't give you the castle. Every book this castle has about the fae is in the demon car, so you can get Trevor out of that horrible deal. [Because that's a priority too.]
Agatha will give you custody of my remains, I don't expect that you'll have time to bury them with my mother's. For all that I care, leave my body with them, they can take care of burial. [Of course that's where he wants to be, when this is over.] If the match goes until dawn, you leave immediately. If it doesn't, the castle is the last stronghold until that happens. There are go-bags in the car and I trust both of you with protecting yourselves.
In Texas, you'll find the Morrises, they're Belmont cousins. Safest place, and it'd require legwork that Carmilla wouldn't have time for. She has to consolidate power first, and if she's earnest about wanting the city, she'll focus on that.
[He manages it all with a brokeness to the words.]
You take care of each other. It's all I trust in the world right now.
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[He'd looked down and away from her, earlier; it's understandable why. He'd had to do this with Trevor, before her, and now he has to do it again, just more weight and more weight on top of everything else he's carrying.
(She's always noticed the weight of the burdens he carries. She always coddles him.)
She doesn't look away. She won't, because Speakers don't avert their eyes from tragedy. It's always their job to watch, when no one else will, because someone has to remember.]
Why didn't you just buy me a train ticket, Alucard? You don't want me at your fight. You already want me gone if something goes wrong. Why not just send me away now?
[Her voice cracks, but her will doesn't.]
You could just take it all back. The house. The car. My room and all the little drawers. The dresses. The toys. You could've just taken them. The money — just take it all back. One bag and a set of robes, that's all I came here with. Trevor's gun, now, too. You could make me leave. This isn't my home. I don't have a home, I never have. I didn't need one, because I had you.
[Her vision blurs; it's hard to see him anymore, but it doesn't matter. The sight of him is burned into her mind's eye and etched into her heart.]
Safe, happy, here. Trevor told me I get two. But I don't — I get one, and you've already picked it for me.
[Safe.]
This city has never been safe for Speakers.
[It wasn't back then. It isn't now.]
Why don't you just get rid of me, so that you can at least die knowing I'm safe?
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That's all he thinks of as he speaks, fire. It was fire that brought everything down in this house the first time. He had come to her after that, shattered and broken and incapable of anything more because the rest of the emotions had been squeezed out of him.
He's the one that's burnt everything now. While the look on his face is the same as when Alucard first came to the Speakers, pale grey and broken into a thousand pieces, it isn't at someone else's hands this time. It's his own. He's done this to all of them.
Alucard wants to register something. Anything. Words. I'll walk away from this alive. He wants to scream it at them both because that's how these conversations have both gone. The assumption that he'll die, even he's living under it, but if he doesn't. Victory is considered and shoved aside right now.
He tries it anyway. Through a choked noise that's absolutely a deep bellowing sob about to happen.]
Because I'll come back.
[It isn't confident. It isn't even close. But he has to say it. Start saying it because if he does not go in with the ice cold assurance of victory, then he is lost.]
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[She hasn't stopped looking at him yet, and she's not going to. She can't, because all of a sudden she doesn't know how many more times she'll be able to, before all this is over.]
Right now, right here. You would swear to me on bended knee that you will come back to me.
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[There's a part he doesn't say. If not in flesh, then in spirit. He thinks of Orpheus, and knows if Sypha went down that road she would be so much smarter than such a melancholy Greek.]
I'd walk into a church, hold silver over my heart until that scarred just...
[He tries standing. It requires that Alucard keep both hands on his desk, as there is such a tremor in him.]
Let me get on my feet first.
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But then he's getting up, he's shaking, and she's frozen in her chair, unable to move, unable to take her eyes off of him.]
Alucard —
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He doesn't have the mind to think about that. All the vampire can do is walk around the side of the desk, using his left hand to brace against it because he needs to be steady enough to get to her side.
There's no more rules for the office right now. He's stopped caring about them a while ago. And so there he is, down on a bended knee, but not daring to take either of her hands without her say so in this moment. Instead he rests both hands flat on the ground, knowing that it's anchor enough.]
Sypha. [He's soft. Soft and trying to meet her eyes, even if there's naught but shame in him now. Shame from hurting them both.] Speaker. Miss Belnades. [The order that they came to know each other. The order that these things accumuliated.] Sypha. Mine. Witch of the Wards. Ours. Hearthfire of Dracula's castle. Sword to the sheild that is Trevor Belmont. All other titles thought in the minds and hearts of others. I, Adrian F. Ţepeş, of so many additional titles, swear this here. Now. With my father's home as witness, for it has seen so many moments like this. I will return to you when the matter with Carmilla is resolved tomorrow night into the day after. I will be in the flesh. I cannot vouch for the state of me, but I will return all the same, and make this wound I have inflicted upon you be for naught.
Should I fail in flesh, I shall do so in spirit, so you are not without your home.
I do not demand acknowledgement of these words.
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And so she reaches for his hands, and draws them up to her, and rolls up her sleeves.
It's cruel of her to do this, but that's all they're doing right now, is hurting each other.]
Swear on these.
[She fits his fingers to her scars. They fit perfectly, of course; those same fingers are the ones that made them.]
On the scars you left on me, that you will come back. That you will not put any more scars into me than you have already.
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That necromancer wasn't the start of this, but he made everything so much worse.
He presses his forehead against the nearest of her forearms, just below where his hands have been brought to rest.]
I swear it. This conversation is the last one I shall ever dare to cause a scar.
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[That's not the stilted, formal way they'd both been talking just a moment ago. That's the mark of the walls coming down, the steely resolve shattering. That's Sypha, who half-drops, half-flings herself out of her chair and into his arms, head tucked into the juncture of his neck and shoulder as finally, finally she starts to cry.]
Don't you dare. Don't you dare, Adrian!
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All he has left is a loud sob, the kind that might be a howl if he was in his wolf form. That'd be easier, in some ways, howling at the night and being done with it. Alucard buries his face into the top of Sypha's hair.
It's still beautiful. She's so beautiful. Now he's done this to her. He's broken her, and it's done it for a city and for a group of people that would happily destroy him.]