[ It is by daylight, this time, though the clouds are thick enough to cast a shadow over everything. And so Alucard can see the place where the stone speaker was. And he can see the creature that stalks out of the old house to greet him.
It's a large bear, dark brown, its hide covered in old scars. One of its eyes has been slashed some time ago, the eyeball itself only just surviving. Roots push the skin and fur up like scar tissue in places, and where it does rose plants sprout from old injuries, some in bloom and some rotting away and dying.
It leads Alucard into the old Belmont home. Parts of it are scorched still, parts of it woven together by stems and roots and flowers. ]
The south wing will be yours, and I will not enter it without your permission. Your wife is there, and you will love her. You will speak to her and read to her and take meals with- no, not that one. You would have to move her to the dining room and back every day. Kiss her goodnight before you sleep.
[ It sounds suspiciously like that part he's making up as he goes along, trying very hard to think of things that people do with wives that are compatible with one being a rock. ]
If you require blood, you will find a willing donor in the gardens on the night of the new moon.
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[ It is by daylight, this time, though the clouds are thick enough to cast a shadow over everything. And so Alucard can see the place where the stone speaker was. And he can see the creature that stalks out of the old house to greet him.
It's a large bear, dark brown, its hide covered in old scars. One of its eyes has been slashed some time ago, the eyeball itself only just surviving. Roots push the skin and fur up like scar tissue in places, and where it does rose plants sprout from old injuries, some in bloom and some rotting away and dying.
It leads Alucard into the old Belmont home. Parts of it are scorched still, parts of it woven together by stems and roots and flowers. ]
The south wing will be yours, and I will not enter it without your permission. Your wife is there, and you will love her. You will speak to her and read to her and take meals with- no, not that one. You would have to move her to the dining room and back every day. Kiss her goodnight before you sleep.
[ It sounds suspiciously like that part he's making up as he goes along, trying very hard to think of things that people do with wives that are compatible with one being a rock. ]
If you require blood, you will find a willing donor in the gardens on the night of the new moon.