Or at least, Alucard thought he did. He's never had to run through it so quickly, nor has he moved through it while being pursued. And oh, oh there are five men behind him, five men who know what he is and that he musn't be allowed to live.
He was careful. He was always careful when he went into the woods to take the kind of nutrition that being the son of his father demanded. Kill a deer or some other large game thing deep in the woods. Take it's blood, then bring the rest of it back for food. The butcher never questioned why the animal was half exsangiunated, and the extra money in the past had gotten Alucard enough coin to surprise his mother with smaller gifts for her birthday, or to quickly run errands when they were out of food and his father was away.
As the sun began to sink low into the sky, there had been people in the woods. They were coming back from a hunt of their own, and they had seen that weird scraggly kid, I think he's what, thirteen? Fourteen? with sharp fangs and blood being dribbled from his mouth.
Alucard didn't remember which one of them had said vampire!, only that they had all stepped forward in unison, and Alucard felt real fear for the first time in his life.
(His father had warned him that these things might happen. Trained him to fight a single man and instructed him to run if there were many. I will come when I am needed. But there was still sun out.)
He's fast though. Fast and running deeper into the forest, the footsteps behind him still keeping pace somehow.]
Come on, lose me.
[He whispers it. It could be some kind of vampiric prayer at this point.]
Trevor's a fae and other Wild Hunt Things AU
Or at least, Alucard thought he did. He's never had to run through it so quickly, nor has he moved through it while being pursued. And oh, oh there are five men behind him, five men who know what he is and that he musn't be allowed to live.
He was careful. He was always careful when he went into the woods to take the kind of nutrition that being the son of his father demanded. Kill a deer or some other large game thing deep in the woods. Take it's blood, then bring the rest of it back for food. The butcher never questioned why the animal was half exsangiunated, and the extra money in the past had gotten Alucard enough coin to surprise his mother with smaller gifts for her birthday, or to quickly run errands when they were out of food and his father was away.
As the sun began to sink low into the sky, there had been people in the woods. They were coming back from a hunt of their own, and they had seen that weird scraggly kid, I think he's what, thirteen? Fourteen? with sharp fangs and blood being dribbled from his mouth.
Alucard didn't remember which one of them had said vampire!, only that they had all stepped forward in unison, and Alucard felt real fear for the first time in his life.
(His father had warned him that these things might happen. Trained him to fight a single man and instructed him to run if there were many. I will come when I am needed. But there was still sun out.)
He's fast though. Fast and running deeper into the forest, the footsteps behind him still keeping pace somehow.]
Come on, lose me.
[He whispers it. It could be some kind of vampiric prayer at this point.]