[So they go back to where they were. Alucard takes care of all his duties owed to Sypha, and then just sits next to Trevor in front of the fireplace, quiet and saying not much at all. Fingers carding through his hair. Holding him close.

There's a disgusting amount of guilt when morning comes, and the Belmont is no longer a Belmont but...god. He doesn't know why this curse functions like this now. Why it'd just turn him to stone instead of a bear again.

But it happens and Alucard adds caring for the Belmont to his duties along with caring for Sypha. He has the library now. So it goes.

He splits his attention between curses and Belmont enemies and genealogy. The latter feels easier, because there's fewer books and the last time they were updated is easier. There are notes on everything, and the Hold soon becomes a bastion of research. Alucard can't bring Sypha and Trevor with him, but they're debriefed every day. Alucard works the garden in the morning and...yes. That's a problem. He's growing hungrier day by day.

But names. He thinks he finds what he's looking for just before the new moon, and he carries the book up to the statues. It's a long shot, if giving a name will fix everything, but he'll try.]

I found the most up to date list of births. [His hands are holding a thing bound in pale calfskin, all too thin.]

The last date is from only twenty odd years ago. Four siblings. [Alucard breathes out.]

Trevor Christopher Belmont.