If you found where the bathroom is, then you’ve found….the kitchen’s a few doors down. [Where we lived. Home.] Stay in that area, you’ll be fine.
[And so the vampire departs, but not before carefully folding Trevor’s cloak and handing it back. Better that that not be exposed to Dracula’s coffin.
It’s such slow going, moving down corridors with the curtain rod as a staff. It takes an hour to reach it, the heart of the castle, his father’s crypt. Gears turn and churn overhead. The castle tells him it’s okay, and exhaustion shorts any other more emotional reaction. The dark obsidian gleams in the electric light, and Alucard climbs in to rest.
He is gone a day and a half. It is a day and a half of deep sleep, the enchantments and great glass vials of blood working their magic. That and the familiar, much missed scent of Dracula. It’s hard to say what it is that restores the vampire, but he is restored. The wounds healed as best as they can be, and when he walks into the library, he moves as if he has never been injured at all.
His hair and the rest of Alucard is also clean. Shining almost, all dirt from his skin gone, his hair combed and neat. Healthy isn’t the right word, but recovering is.]
Is my cloak dry yet?
[The castle told him one of the humans was here. It didn’t say which.]
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[And so the vampire departs, but not before carefully folding Trevor’s cloak and handing it back. Better that that not be exposed to Dracula’s coffin.
It’s such slow going, moving down corridors with the curtain rod as a staff. It takes an hour to reach it, the heart of the castle, his father’s crypt. Gears turn and churn overhead. The castle tells him it’s okay, and exhaustion shorts any other more emotional reaction. The dark obsidian gleams in the electric light, and Alucard climbs in to rest.
He is gone a day and a half. It is a day and a half of deep sleep, the enchantments and great glass vials of blood working their magic. That and the familiar, much missed scent of Dracula. It’s hard to say what it is that restores the vampire, but he is restored. The wounds healed as best as they can be, and when he walks into the library, he moves as if he has never been injured at all.
His hair and the rest of Alucard is also clean. Shining almost, all dirt from his skin gone, his hair combed and neat. Healthy isn’t the right word, but recovering is.]
Is my cloak dry yet?
[The castle told him one of the humans was here. It didn’t say which.]