[Investigation of the matter is something Alucard might do if this happened while his father was home. He was well equipped for it, capable of conducting daylight work. But this position made it impossible, and so he had assigned investigators as appropriate. One vampire, one human, and all evidence was to be presented to both himself and Trevor as a part of daily briefings until the culprit was caught.
How to get the supply back on track was Alucard's primary focus, and he had just submitted the plans to all human representatives within each region who oversaw such things. Awaiting a response is tedious, and of course this had happened when Alucard himself needed a proper drink. After this he would fast, aware that he was in a better position than most to survive without the stuff.
Alucard's quiet as he looks at Trevor. Focusing on his face rather than the rest of him, lest it cause problems. Alucard knows, understands Trevor's problems now. He won't make them worse with a lingering gaze.]
We're both too paranoid for that right now.
[They're using a side room attached to Alucard's quarters. One that's private, one they've checked several times over, one they're confident using. Alucard is seated on the edge of the sofa, crown no longer on his head. In the most casual clothes he can wear now, because after this, he intends to sleep. He can't do much more for the evening.]
Right.
[Alucard rises to his feet, and he's made the choice to take from the neck rather than wrist. It's a little bit of grandstanding, if only to put other vampires at ease. While Dracula may have appointed Trevor to his current position, there have been questions about the decision and it's wisdom.
One hand rests on the back of Trevor's head, long, curled fingers meshing into his hair. Tugging his head aside. The other rests on his waist, holding him perfectly still.
It's a bite that's careful not to take from a vein. Instead he takes from where neck and shoulder meet, sharp fangs puncturing and then lingering to make sure that there will be a sufficient blood flow.
There's a moment's spurt when the fangs withdraw. Alucard catches it (with a moment's splatter on his face), then presses his mouth to the wound.
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How to get the supply back on track was Alucard's primary focus, and he had just submitted the plans to all human representatives within each region who oversaw such things. Awaiting a response is tedious, and of course this had happened when Alucard himself needed a proper drink. After this he would fast, aware that he was in a better position than most to survive without the stuff.
Alucard's quiet as he looks at Trevor. Focusing on his face rather than the rest of him, lest it cause problems. Alucard knows, understands Trevor's problems now. He won't make them worse with a lingering gaze.]
We're both too paranoid for that right now.
[They're using a side room attached to Alucard's quarters. One that's private, one they've checked several times over, one they're confident using. Alucard is seated on the edge of the sofa, crown no longer on his head. In the most casual clothes he can wear now, because after this, he intends to sleep. He can't do much more for the evening.]
Right.
[Alucard rises to his feet, and he's made the choice to take from the neck rather than wrist. It's a little bit of grandstanding, if only to put other vampires at ease. While Dracula may have appointed Trevor to his current position, there have been questions about the decision and it's wisdom.
One hand rests on the back of Trevor's head, long, curled fingers meshing into his hair. Tugging his head aside. The other rests on his waist, holding him perfectly still.
It's a bite that's careful not to take from a vein. Instead he takes from where neck and shoulder meet, sharp fangs puncturing and then lingering to make sure that there will be a sufficient blood flow.
There's a moment's spurt when the fangs withdraw. Alucard catches it (with a moment's splatter on his face), then presses his mouth to the wound.
Shit.
It feels good to be taking it so fresh.]