[In the end, he had stayed for six months. Perhaps it was more time than strictly needed, but part of Alucard had come to appreciate the place. Just a little. Just a hair, because in that closed off little world, no one else could come and go without his own or Trevor's say so. It was quiet. Safe. The only other frequent visitors was one of the dogs that belonged to Trevor's sister (Dog #8, a white fluff cloud of a thing who seemed only to exist to cuddle and warm people.) Alucard ended up sitting near the pond most days, dozing, reading, or letting the dog lie on him. Trevor's presence was no less appreciated but--
--this wasn't an acceptable forever. Alucard knew that much, even if he knew the world wasn't safe. There were some places that might be better than most though, and so for that reason, he had asked Trevor to drop him in Istanbul.
He was older now, with a fine beard and as much muscle mass as he'd ever have in his life, most likely. Alucard walked slow, sometimes with a cane on bad days, and when asked what injury had harmed him so, he never gave the same story twice.
His neighborhood was small. Mostly Europeans, although some Turks had begun to move into the area. No man of faith, Alucard still fit into the Ottoman categorization of Christian, and paid the taxes accordingly. It didn't matter, he could afford it. His medical practice was successful enough in small circles.
That he was still single was a neighbor mystery. He was handsome enough, long hair and a well kept beard, dressed in fine clothes, and clearly could use a companion to lean on. When asked, he only ever gave a sadder, rawer smile and admitted he had bad luck in love. There was something in the smile that got most to drop the subject.
It takes time for Alucard to get to the door. He still sleeps light, and the call to morning prayers inevitably wakes him. But it's too early for that, and so when Alucard opens the door, he's surprised.
Patients show up on his door all the time. Faeries don't.]
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--this wasn't an acceptable forever. Alucard knew that much, even if he knew the world wasn't safe. There were some places that might be better than most though, and so for that reason, he had asked Trevor to drop him in Istanbul.
He was older now, with a fine beard and as much muscle mass as he'd ever have in his life, most likely. Alucard walked slow, sometimes with a cane on bad days, and when asked what injury had harmed him so, he never gave the same story twice.
His neighborhood was small. Mostly Europeans, although some Turks had begun to move into the area. No man of faith, Alucard still fit into the Ottoman categorization of Christian, and paid the taxes accordingly. It didn't matter, he could afford it. His medical practice was successful enough in small circles.
That he was still single was a neighbor mystery. He was handsome enough, long hair and a well kept beard, dressed in fine clothes, and clearly could use a companion to lean on. When asked, he only ever gave a sadder, rawer smile and admitted he had bad luck in love. There was something in the smile that got most to drop the subject.
It takes time for Alucard to get to the door. He still sleeps light, and the call to morning prayers inevitably wakes him. But it's too early for that, and so when Alucard opens the door, he's surprised.
Patients show up on his door all the time. Faeries don't.]
Trevor?
[He blinks slowly, before standing aside.]
What's happened?