[When Alucard runs into his own house like the hounds of hell are after him, his mother drops everything and runs to him. It isn't childish in his view to nearly collapse into her, nor is it wrong to tell her what's come to pass. He leaves out the moth man for her ears for now, the focus being only on the villages and what may come tomorrow morning.
She isn't happy, but something like this was bound to happen in the end. The true concern is Vlad's reaction, and to the shock of neither of them, he goes as still as the dead when he awakes and is told the news. He goes even more quiet when Alucard speaks of Trevor, and there is a single, tired word breathed out by Dracula when all is said and done. Fae.
So the night is spent in front of the fire, his parents discussing where to move the clinic versus the humans nearly had our boy for dead and you're content to risk his safety by staying outside of the castle? Alucard is a silent spectator to all of it, and he eventually falls asleep in front of the warmth of the hearth, safe and able to ignore all the noises of the Wild Hunt. He's too tired to pay them much mind.
He shows his father the bottle when Dracula awakens the next night. There is a very low, displeased noise, and Dracula takes it elsewhere. The explanation, it's to modify memories is all Alucard needs. No deal. Just help.
The years pass. The clinic moves deeper into Wallachia, always on the edge of wilderness. Alucard understands why, and it has never escaped his notice that his father has been traveling less over the years. Worry is not something that looks right on Dracula's face or in his actions, but it is plain to see.
He explains the particulars of the fae with some reluctance. It confirms that to have avoided a deal was a good thing, and that if they speak of a hunt ever again, be gone from them. Alucard nods, absorbs the information, and is otherwise so very quiet.
Today, Alucard travels as a man. There are books in the bag across his back, en route home with a treasure trove that was ordered from elsewhere in Europe. Printed books are a blessed rarity right now, but oh they are wild with what some of the humans thinks about the world. They're being purchased for the sake of creating a version of the printing press for the castle though, far more advanced than anything that can be made in some time. One of the books has illustrations of the workrooms for printers. Everything else is to throw men off the scent of Dracula's intent.
They're heavy books, and home is still a day or two away. He takes his break off the road itself, a little into the forest where there's a stump to serve as a seat.
Alucard tenses. He can hear movement behind him, deeper from the woods. There's no noise as he rises to his feet, only the sound of his sword being unsheathed.]
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She isn't happy, but something like this was bound to happen in the end. The true concern is Vlad's reaction, and to the shock of neither of them, he goes as still as the dead when he awakes and is told the news. He goes even more quiet when Alucard speaks of Trevor, and there is a single, tired word breathed out by Dracula when all is said and done. Fae.
So the night is spent in front of the fire, his parents discussing where to move the clinic versus the humans nearly had our boy for dead and you're content to risk his safety by staying outside of the castle? Alucard is a silent spectator to all of it, and he eventually falls asleep in front of the warmth of the hearth, safe and able to ignore all the noises of the Wild Hunt. He's too tired to pay them much mind.
He shows his father the bottle when Dracula awakens the next night. There is a very low, displeased noise, and Dracula takes it elsewhere. The explanation, it's to modify memories is all Alucard needs. No deal. Just help.
The years pass. The clinic moves deeper into Wallachia, always on the edge of wilderness. Alucard understands why, and it has never escaped his notice that his father has been traveling less over the years. Worry is not something that looks right on Dracula's face or in his actions, but it is plain to see.
He explains the particulars of the fae with some reluctance. It confirms that to have avoided a deal was a good thing, and that if they speak of a hunt ever again, be gone from them. Alucard nods, absorbs the information, and is otherwise so very quiet.
Today, Alucard travels as a man. There are books in the bag across his back, en route home with a treasure trove that was ordered from elsewhere in Europe. Printed books are a blessed rarity right now, but oh they are wild with what some of the humans thinks about the world. They're being purchased for the sake of creating a version of the printing press for the castle though, far more advanced than anything that can be made in some time. One of the books has illustrations of the workrooms for printers. Everything else is to throw men off the scent of Dracula's intent.
They're heavy books, and home is still a day or two away. He takes his break off the road itself, a little into the forest where there's a stump to serve as a seat.
Alucard tenses. He can hear movement behind him, deeper from the woods. There's no noise as he rises to his feet, only the sound of his sword being unsheathed.]