[Alucard hisses when Trevor's hand reaches to his hair, and he tries to swat the wrist as Trevor takes that lock of hair. He uses claws, he doesn't know if he draws blood. All he hisses out is something that may help any spells done with that lock:]
That is not freely given or paid for.
[It may do nothing at all.
In the hours between Trevor's departure and sunset, Alucard finds himself unable to even make the inn. It's closed down between the last time he went by it and now, and so it affords even less protection than it might otherwise.
But he knows the area. To the west there is a series of caves, and in the past, he has gone there to roost in his bat form if absolutely needed. The bats, they know what he is. Whose son he is, and they don't question his presence. So it is there he goes, leaving the books a little ways into the cave and then roosting directly over them, refusing to move.
Sunset comes. The bats stay where they are, not daring to hunt this evening. There is a far greater party than they that have such rights, and Alucard hates that fact. To command men, that he understands, but other creatures whose lives may depend on nightly feeding? That rankles.
He stays still all the same, thinking the words home over and over again, as if the intent will make it true.]
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That is not freely given or paid for.
[It may do nothing at all.
In the hours between Trevor's departure and sunset, Alucard finds himself unable to even make the inn. It's closed down between the last time he went by it and now, and so it affords even less protection than it might otherwise.
But he knows the area. To the west there is a series of caves, and in the past, he has gone there to roost in his bat form if absolutely needed. The bats, they know what he is. Whose son he is, and they don't question his presence. So it is there he goes, leaving the books a little ways into the cave and then roosting directly over them, refusing to move.
Sunset comes. The bats stay where they are, not daring to hunt this evening. There is a far greater party than they that have such rights, and Alucard hates that fact. To command men, that he understands, but other creatures whose lives may depend on nightly feeding? That rankles.
He stays still all the same, thinking the words home over and over again, as if the intent will make it true.]