Right. So you're telling me that I need to kiss a corpse. You're telling me that you have kissed a corpse, and I'm meant to be joining in.
[ They have a problem.
A few problems, actually. The first is that there are vampires aboard the Demeter, hidden among the passangers and crew. The second is that they have no fucking clue why there are vampires aboard the Demeter. The third is that this speaker girl apparently just kissed his luggage.
His luggage is a wooden crate containing a glass coffin lined with lilies and occupied by a young man, which makes the kissing both less and more weird at once. ]
Look, he was in my family's basement. He might be- I don't know. Related to me. Great great grandpa Belmont. Are you sure you want enabling that kind of nasty shit on your conscience?
[ The man isn't a Belmont, he knows that much. He's a vampire, and Belmonts who succumb to vampirism don't go in pretty glass coffins. He doesn't know what his family was thinking keeping a vampire - a live one, if sleeping - and it's a little late to ask. He just hauls the man and his box around. Talks at him sometimes, for lack of anyone else to talk at. He's been his only companion for the last seven or so years.
But now, now he's apparently the way out of this situation. He'll be able to sniff out other vampires, reveal their identities so that the three of them can kill them before they can retaliate by killing innocents, even sinking the ship. He just needs to wake up. ]
Fine, fine. But if this gets weird, it's your fault.
[ And Alucard wakes to the smell of saltwater and the churning of waves and a pair of hesitant lips on his. ]
Snow White/victorian AU
[ They have a problem.
A few problems, actually. The first is that there are vampires aboard the Demeter, hidden among the passangers and crew. The second is that they have no fucking clue why there are vampires aboard the Demeter. The third is that this speaker girl apparently just kissed his luggage.
His luggage is a wooden crate containing a glass coffin lined with lilies and occupied by a young man, which makes the kissing both less and more weird at once. ]
Look, he was in my family's basement. He might be- I don't know. Related to me. Great great grandpa Belmont. Are you sure you want enabling that kind of nasty shit on your conscience?
[ The man isn't a Belmont, he knows that much. He's a vampire, and Belmonts who succumb to vampirism don't go in pretty glass coffins. He doesn't know what his family was thinking keeping a vampire - a live one, if sleeping - and it's a little late to ask. He just hauls the man and his box around. Talks at him sometimes, for lack of anyone else to talk at. He's been his only companion for the last seven or so years.
But now, now he's apparently the way out of this situation. He'll be able to sniff out other vampires, reveal their identities so that the three of them can kill them before they can retaliate by killing innocents, even sinking the ship. He just needs to wake up. ]
Fine, fine. But if this gets weird, it's your fault.
[ And Alucard wakes to the smell of saltwater and the churning of waves and a pair of hesitant lips on his. ]