[He could hide the books somewhere and find a way to return home faster. That's a possibility, but that requires leaving this situation unscathed first.
But Alucard is wise enough to be listening for other fae now, if that's what he means by mentioning siblings. He doesn't like this one bit.]
I've no interest in you. Your rituals only concern me for my own well being.
[ That, he seems a little offended by. He sighs, almost sulking. ]
I don’t mean you any harm. I just want to keep you and dress you in pretty things. But you are very interesting, and my family are not the only ones who go hunting tonight. If you were mine, none of them could touch you.
You could stab me more, if that’s what you wanted. If it would make you happy.
Then you're no better than any other hunter who has seen my nature and demanded my head for it.
[This is going no where. Alucard withdraws the sword, and he anticipates the spray of blood that will come with the action.]
If you give anything freely before I depart, have it be this: ways to avoid the eyes of your people during this ritual, should one be caught outside. Otherwise, go. Lick your wounds and leave me be.
[Alucard doesn't believe the first part. The second, maybe, if the antlers on the fae's head are anything to go by. He doesn't want to rely on this fae at all.
The sword does not go lower. His eyes remain fixated on Trevor, gold, cold, and unmoved.]
Noted.
[No thank yous, no politeness, just that coldness he always projects to the world at large.]
Go then. This hunt of yours is done. I am not something you can own.
[ He spreads his wings, the one on the stabbed side only a fraction slower than the other, and reaches out with his good arm. He takes a lovk of Alucard’s hair, bringing it up to his lips. ]
[Alucard hisses when Trevor's hand reaches to his hair, and he tries to swat the wrist as Trevor takes that lock of hair. He uses claws, he doesn't know if he draws blood. All he hisses out is something that may help any spells done with that lock:]
That is not freely given or paid for.
[It may do nothing at all.
In the hours between Trevor's departure and sunset, Alucard finds himself unable to even make the inn. It's closed down between the last time he went by it and now, and so it affords even less protection than it might otherwise.
But he knows the area. To the west there is a series of caves, and in the past, he has gone there to roost in his bat form if absolutely needed. The bats, they know what he is. Whose son he is, and they don't question his presence. So it is there he goes, leaving the books a little ways into the cave and then roosting directly over them, refusing to move.
Sunset comes. The bats stay where they are, not daring to hunt this evening. There is a far greater party than they that have such rights, and Alucard hates that fact. To command men, that he understands, but other creatures whose lives may depend on nightly feeding? That rankles.
He stays still all the same, thinking the words home over and over again, as if the intent will make it true.]
[ The cave is safer than the inn would have been, not Alucard’s home but home to the bats and protected by the laws of the fae. The animals that ride with them, though, their hunking dogs and birds, they are held by no such laws. It is a large panther that first finds its way into the cave, stalking through the darkness and toward Alucard with purpose.
The Belmonts are not the only hunting party, only the ones who seek out monsters exclusively. There are others. Others with alliances and a better understanding of when Alucard is than Trevor possessed and knowledge of his value. It lunges upward, trying to capture his bat form in its jaws. ]
[Alucard can't vocalize in more than a truly alarmed squeak in this form. It's a noise that unsettles him even as the sound escapes his throat. Echoes off the cave walls, and the bats around him do react. They unfurl their wings, squeaking furiously at the panther as Alucard tries to flatten himself against the ceiling, almost impossible to reach.
He is an esteemed guest! is the cry, like that may at least reach the ears of the panther's master and send the thing away.
Alucard manages to stay flat against the ceiling, away from snapping jaws, but he doesn't know if that will see any of his hosts hurt. He can't allow his presence to put them in danger. He can only wait a moment more, wait to see if the panther insists...]
[ The panther misses Alucard narrowly, stalking about the cave below him and the other bats. They can keep track of it, trying to remain as high as possible and as far from the animal as they can. There is a flurry of activity as the panther lunges again. This time, it catches something. Not the quarry is came here for, and it expresses its disappointment with a sout crunch of the bat in its mouth. ]
[Decision made then. One loss is enough, and Alucard squeaks out something - an apology and his gratitude - before he takes flight, his wings beating as fast as his tiny little bat heart can manage.
Air is not better than the ground. Alucard knows that, knows that there will be birds of prey mixed in with the hunt. All the same, a panther will struggle to track a scent of a thing in the air. Be it this or wolf form, Alucard knows which one the situation calls for.
Going home cannot happen. The castle has been warded to be unfindable, but his scent may yet lead pursuers much too close for comfort. He's already going to be dealing with the fall out of this when he returns home. There are no good options of what to do for his own safety.
He keeps flying, ears keen for threats above and below, but truly seeking the sound of thundering hooves. This is a terrible option, but it is the safest of the ones available to him. Once home, he'll probably be barred for leaving anyway.
So there's a tiny little zip of a thing that passes over the great procession of thundering hooves, proud wolves, prouder fae who run riot over the land tonight. And in it all, there's a small bat now huddled into the fluff of one of their cloaks, sour and furious.]
[ The panther gives chase only so far, because it isn’t long before Alucard crosses the path of one particular hunting party. Led by a golden-haired man in blue and gold ridingon the back of a massive white lion. A party betternot crossed by anything, least of all whatever the panther is.
Sure enough, toward the back of the group a group of black hounds runs at the side of a larger dog, one carrying a woman in a long cloak, hood awkwardly pulled over her own antlers. Amoung them, Trevor rides upon a grey hart. He twists his head about, having caught the scent of his husband, as his sister plucks the bat from her collar by a tiny leg, determines it to not be a dog, and tosses it aside. It’s about as dignified as it sounds.
The bat falls into Trevor’s hands and he looks down at Alucard, beaming. ]
One kiss. [ He whispers. ] For my protection. Unless you have something else you’d sooner trade.
[Dignity is the very, very least of Alucard's worries right now. He's lost it a few times, and tonight it was taken by that panther. He'll return to the cave with daylight and apologize properly. Bury the poor thing the panther took instead, then continue along home.
He needs to speak to his father about how to travel not only as a man.
For now though, there is a series of soft squeaks and chirrups after being tossed into Trevor's hands, and somehow even they manage to convey the absolute level of done and having a terrible night that the vampire is having.]
Fine. Location is at my discretion, you take nothing of me. Hair, spit, even slivers of my skin that contain my cells. Nothing.
[Bats are very good at scowling it seems, if the look on Alucard's face is anything to go by.]
[ He places Alucard on his shoulder. There us fur aplenty there, to hide him, but he’s also close to Trevor’s wings. Beneath them, there is space to transform back and still remain hidden, if Alucard wishes. The woman on the dog looks at him quizically, and he grins, gesturing to the bat. ]
[Alucard's staying as a bat. He had made that decision the minute that he took the form, but there's a probable advantage for Trevor here too. It means what would have been a completely well earned, Dracula channeling, thundering WHAT is just endless disapproving squeaking.
It still translates to WHAT?! but in a way that doesn't bring too much attention to the vampire. Or Trevor. Or whatever is about to happen.
This is bad.
This is immensely bad, and Alucard cannot even begin to fathom what the reaction is going to be when he gets home.]
[ He repeats it softer now, just for Alucard, stroking the bat softly. It would be nice, maybe, to kiss the little bat. But deals are deals. Not until Alucard chooses the place. ]
We're hunting the plague. [ He whispers, continuing to stroke the bat. ] Ride with us until we're done, and then I'll take you wherever you please.
[ Their hunting party is nearing a city. Trevor's arm, the stabbed one, dissolves into hundreds of moths as they pass by houses and a horde of insects and birds and small animals flood into the houses through whatever entrances they can find, chasing out a thick, green-white smoke. It coalesces into a group of cloaked figures as more and more of it is expelled from houses.
Enid, whose hounds are all too large to enter homes and drive out the smoke, takes action once the figures form, her dogs rushing forward and giving chase.
Trevor grips the antlers of his hart more tightly as his arm reforms, riding faster as the hunt begins proper. Fairy Belmont medicine is happening, they're going to actually beat the shit out of a plague. ]
[Again: bat squeaking doesn't help any dignity in the moment. Alucard scowls, the little bat's face scrunched up in absolute fury. Whatever that panther was, he hates that it forced a hand like this.
He's going to be in the castle for some time when he gets back, isn't he?
All the same, Alucard manages to stay well attached to the fluff of Trevor's cloak, little bat limbs far stronger than they have any right to be. But when Trevor says plague Alucard tries to fight back on principle. Germs can't be hunted. Not in a way that makes sense and...
...and none of this makes sense. There is miasma taking human form as whatever this personification of plague is, and it flies in the face of everything Alucard had been taught. Everything he understands about medicine and science, and maybe there's a logic in it in it's own way. These are old, ancient things. Why would they behave according to modernity?
He stays where he is. Doesn't move, doesn't make a sound, tries to focus on his own problems instead. It's a long night, isn't it? He has much to think about.]
Nobody ever did tell you why not to stab an unarmed man, did they?
[ There's another of those grins as he says it, a little too wide, a little too toothy even by the standards of things that go hunting in the night. A few of the moths land close to Alucard, snuggling close to him as Trevor turns his attention to the hunt itself. Leon leads the party, his great lion tearing flesh from one of the figures as his glowing whip coils around another's waist. His nephews fall from the sky as a pair of owls, squabbling over one of the figures and taking turns snatching them out of each others' talons, only to be reprimanded by a screech from their mother, a griffin. ]
We hunt monsters. [ He says, either because he's taken notice of Alucard's annoyance with Belmont medicine or because he just wants to show off to his husband. ] Things that hurt people.
[ Plague is just as much a monster as a vampire or a priest lying to his congregation or a human who hurts his children. By fairy logic, it's only the hurting people that matters. ]
[There's a very discomforted squeak from the bat as the moths snuggle close. He doesn't like any of this, not one bit, and the way his bat form tenses communicates that all too clearly. He wants to be in his own home but now, away from a situation that is likely to get worse.
Watching the death of the Plague, such as it is, is less bothersome but only by a hair. Alucard ends up closing his eyes and breathing out, trying to exude a calm he doesn't feel.]
Not how medicine works, but whatever gets rid of the disease in the end, I suppose.
[ The hunt is over before long, animals twisting into slightly more human shapes. A woman with dark, curly hair and long rabbit ears drains blood into bottles and crushes bones into a thick, grainy paste to collect in jars while the owl children snatch chunks of meat from each others' hands. The griffin woman licks ichor from her claws. Leon, the only one of the group to appear truly human, looks over his children with pride. They'll head out again soon, there are other monsters to kill.
Trevor offers a chunk of meat that literally came from a personification of plague to Alucard. Probably it's even less of a good idea to eat that than normal food offered by a fairy. ]
You could meet my sisters, if you wanted. [ He offers. The moths snuggle closer. His husband is upset and he cannot tell why??? ] Or- you can name your place. For the kiss. And then somewhere you can be safe.
[There's a hiss at the offered plague meat, disgusted and absolutely refusing the offer. Fae food? Bad. Plague flesh? Worst idea he's ever heard. The little bat tries to make itself so very small, tries to withdraw from the moths entirely.
This hunt is over. That does not fix the whole night. That does not fix the vampire's intense discomfort at the scene as it has played out before him, and he says that as something that understands and has seen the horrors of night things. This discomforts in a way that Alucard didn't know he could be rattled before, and he knows it's from the old magic and from the nature of departure from humanity that he hasn't witnessed. Vampires make sense. Night things make sense.
The logic here doesn't.]
You know about night things. So you must know that vampires are territorial things, especially with regards to their kin, yes? That they demand exacting permissions?
[It's the easiest, politest way to tell the fae that to keep saying the word husband is a bad choice.]
[ He considers this, looking at the meat before tossing it to one of the hounds. Best not to eat it, if his husband dislikes it so much. It would make kissing uncomfortable. The moths finally, finally leave Alucard be, crawling back into Trevor's injured arm as he pets Alucard softly with the whole one. ]
A dowry, then. [ He says, thoughtfully, as he slowly leads his hart away from the group. Alucard doesn't really seem like he wants to meet his sisters. Which is sad, because he very much wants to show off his new husband. But it would hardly be worth showing off a husband that he couldn't make happy. ] My sisters were never asked for dowries for their wives and husbands, but you are more handsome than any of theirs. That seems fair.
[ He tilts his head, because why would he ever ask permission? Alucard stabbed him, he has the right to demand whatever he pleases in return. And asking permission isn't exactly something that vampires are known for either, in his own experience. After a little thought, he shrugs. Vampires are strange. It probably isn't important. ]
I will pay. All will be well, all will be well.
[ As if this was Alucard's actual concern and he's done a good job of fixing it, he pulls the bat from his collar and holds cups him in his hands, bringing him up to softly press his forehead against Alucard's tiny fluffy one in this continuing unsuccessful efforts to make his husband calmer. ]
Leon said I was too young to take a husband when we first met, so I waited until I could find you again. I can wait a little longer, until I can pay your kin.
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[He could hide the books somewhere and find a way to return home faster. That's a possibility, but that requires leaving this situation unscathed first.
But Alucard is wise enough to be listening for other fae now, if that's what he means by mentioning siblings. He doesn't like this one bit.]
I've no interest in you. Your rituals only concern me for my own well being.
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I don’t mean you any harm. I just want to keep you and dress you in pretty things. But you are very interesting, and my family are not the only ones who go hunting tonight. If you were mine, none of them could touch you.
You could stab me more, if that’s what you wanted. If it would make you happy.
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[This is going no where. Alucard withdraws the sword, and he anticipates the spray of blood that will come with the action.]
If you give anything freely before I depart, have it be this: ways to avoid the eyes of your people during this ritual, should one be caught outside. Otherwise, go. Lick your wounds and leave me be.
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[ He tests the arm as blood sprays out from the cut, trying to lift it with limited success. The wing on the same side moves well enough, at least. ]
Look for a deer hunting with wolves. Shout to it, and have something to give in return for protection.
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The sword does not go lower. His eyes remain fixated on Trevor, gold, cold, and unmoved.]
Noted.
[No thank yous, no politeness, just that coldness he always projects to the world at large.]
Go then. This hunt of yours is done. I am not something you can own.
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[ He spreads his wings, the one on the stabbed side only a fraction slower than the other, and reaches out with his good arm. He takes a lovk of Alucard’s hair, bringing it up to his lips. ]
Until sunset, then.
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That is not freely given or paid for.
[It may do nothing at all.
In the hours between Trevor's departure and sunset, Alucard finds himself unable to even make the inn. It's closed down between the last time he went by it and now, and so it affords even less protection than it might otherwise.
But he knows the area. To the west there is a series of caves, and in the past, he has gone there to roost in his bat form if absolutely needed. The bats, they know what he is. Whose son he is, and they don't question his presence. So it is there he goes, leaving the books a little ways into the cave and then roosting directly over them, refusing to move.
Sunset comes. The bats stay where they are, not daring to hunt this evening. There is a far greater party than they that have such rights, and Alucard hates that fact. To command men, that he understands, but other creatures whose lives may depend on nightly feeding? That rankles.
He stays still all the same, thinking the words home over and over again, as if the intent will make it true.]
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The Belmonts are not the only hunting party, only the ones who seek out monsters exclusively. There are others. Others with alliances and a better understanding of when Alucard is than Trevor possessed and knowledge of his value. It lunges upward, trying to capture his bat form in its jaws. ]
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He is an esteemed guest! is the cry, like that may at least reach the ears of the panther's master and send the thing away.
Alucard manages to stay flat against the ceiling, away from snapping jaws, but he doesn't know if that will see any of his hosts hurt. He can't allow his presence to put them in danger. He can only wait a moment more, wait to see if the panther insists...]
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Air is not better than the ground. Alucard knows that, knows that there will be birds of prey mixed in with the hunt. All the same, a panther will struggle to track a scent of a thing in the air. Be it this or wolf form, Alucard knows which one the situation calls for.
Going home cannot happen. The castle has been warded to be unfindable, but his scent may yet lead pursuers much too close for comfort. He's already going to be dealing with the fall out of this when he returns home. There are no good options of what to do for his own safety.
He keeps flying, ears keen for threats above and below, but truly seeking the sound of thundering hooves. This is a terrible option, but it is the safest of the ones available to him. Once home, he'll probably be barred for leaving anyway.
So there's a tiny little zip of a thing that passes over the great procession of thundering hooves, proud wolves, prouder fae who run riot over the land tonight. And in it all, there's a small bat now huddled into the fluff of one of their cloaks, sour and furious.]
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Sure enough, toward the back of the group a group of black hounds runs at the side of a larger dog, one carrying a woman in a long cloak, hood awkwardly pulled over her own antlers. Amoung them, Trevor rides upon a grey hart. He twists his head about, having caught the scent of his husband, as his sister plucks the bat from her collar by a tiny leg, determines it to not be a dog, and tosses it aside. It’s about as dignified as it sounds.
The bat falls into Trevor’s hands and he looks down at Alucard, beaming. ]
One kiss. [ He whispers. ] For my protection. Unless you have something else you’d sooner trade.
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He needs to speak to his father about how to travel not only as a man.
For now though, there is a series of soft squeaks and chirrups after being tossed into Trevor's hands, and somehow even they manage to convey the absolute level of done and having a terrible night that the vampire is having.]
Fine. Location is at my discretion, you take nothing of me. Hair, spit, even slivers of my skin that contain my cells. Nothing.
[Bats are very good at scowling it seems, if the look on Alucard's face is anything to go by.]
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[ He places Alucard on his shoulder. There us fur aplenty there, to hide him, but he’s also close to Trevor’s wings. Beneath them, there is space to transform back and still remain hidden, if Alucard wishes. The woman on the dog looks at him quizically, and he grins, gesturing to the bat. ]
My husband. I told you I would find one.
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It still translates to WHAT?! but in a way that doesn't bring too much attention to the vampire. Or Trevor. Or whatever is about to happen.
This is bad.
This is immensely bad, and Alucard cannot even begin to fathom what the reaction is going to be when he gets home.]
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[ He repeats it softer now, just for Alucard, stroking the bat softly. It would be nice, maybe, to kiss the little bat. But deals are deals. Not until Alucard chooses the place. ]
We're hunting the plague. [ He whispers, continuing to stroke the bat. ] Ride with us until we're done, and then I'll take you wherever you please.
[ Their hunting party is nearing a city. Trevor's arm, the stabbed one, dissolves into hundreds of moths as they pass by houses and a horde of insects and birds and small animals flood into the houses through whatever entrances they can find, chasing out a thick, green-white smoke. It coalesces into a group of cloaked figures as more and more of it is expelled from houses.
Enid, whose hounds are all too large to enter homes and drive out the smoke, takes action once the figures form, her dogs rushing forward and giving chase.
Trevor grips the antlers of his hart more tightly as his arm reforms, riding faster as the hunt begins proper. Fairy Belmont medicine is happening, they're going to actually beat the shit out of a plague. ]
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[Again: bat squeaking doesn't help any dignity in the moment. Alucard scowls, the little bat's face scrunched up in absolute fury. Whatever that panther was, he hates that it forced a hand like this.
He's going to be in the castle for some time when he gets back, isn't he?
All the same, Alucard manages to stay well attached to the fluff of Trevor's cloak, little bat limbs far stronger than they have any right to be. But when Trevor says plague Alucard tries to fight back on principle. Germs can't be hunted. Not in a way that makes sense and...
...and none of this makes sense. There is miasma taking human form as whatever this personification of plague is, and it flies in the face of everything Alucard had been taught. Everything he understands about medicine and science, and maybe there's a logic in it in it's own way. These are old, ancient things. Why would they behave according to modernity?
He stays where he is. Doesn't move, doesn't make a sound, tries to focus on his own problems instead. It's a long night, isn't it? He has much to think about.]
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[ There's another of those grins as he says it, a little too wide, a little too toothy even by the standards of things that go hunting in the night. A few of the moths land close to Alucard, snuggling close to him as Trevor turns his attention to the hunt itself. Leon leads the party, his great lion tearing flesh from one of the figures as his glowing whip coils around another's waist. His nephews fall from the sky as a pair of owls, squabbling over one of the figures and taking turns snatching them out of each others' talons, only to be reprimanded by a screech from their mother, a griffin. ]
We hunt monsters. [ He says, either because he's taken notice of Alucard's annoyance with Belmont medicine or because he just wants to show off to his husband. ] Things that hurt people.
[ Plague is just as much a monster as a vampire or a priest lying to his congregation or a human who hurts his children. By fairy logic, it's only the hurting people that matters. ]
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Watching the death of the Plague, such as it is, is less bothersome but only by a hair. Alucard ends up closing his eyes and breathing out, trying to exude a calm he doesn't feel.]
Not how medicine works, but whatever gets rid of the disease in the end, I suppose.
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Trevor offers a chunk of meat that literally came from a personification of plague to Alucard. Probably it's even less of a good idea to eat that than normal food offered by a fairy. ]
You could meet my sisters, if you wanted. [ He offers. The moths snuggle closer. His husband is upset and he cannot tell why??? ] Or- you can name your place. For the kiss. And then somewhere you can be safe.
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This hunt is over. That does not fix the whole night. That does not fix the vampire's intense discomfort at the scene as it has played out before him, and he says that as something that understands and has seen the horrors of night things. This discomforts in a way that Alucard didn't know he could be rattled before, and he knows it's from the old magic and from the nature of departure from humanity that he hasn't witnessed. Vampires make sense. Night things make sense.
The logic here doesn't.]
You know about night things. So you must know that vampires are territorial things, especially with regards to their kin, yes? That they demand exacting permissions?
[It's the easiest, politest way to tell the fae that to keep saying the word husband is a bad choice.]
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A dowry, then. [ He says, thoughtfully, as he slowly leads his hart away from the group. Alucard doesn't really seem like he wants to meet his sisters. Which is sad, because he very much wants to show off his new husband. But it would hardly be worth showing off a husband that he couldn't make happy. ] My sisters were never asked for dowries for their wives and husbands, but you are more handsome than any of theirs. That seems fair.
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Thoe only come after one asks permission.
(Alucard knows hi father. It would never be o.)
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I will pay. All will be well, all will be well.
[ As if this was Alucard's actual concern and he's done a good job of fixing it, he pulls the bat from his collar and holds cups him in his hands, bringing him up to softly press his forehead against Alucard's tiny fluffy one in this continuing unsuccessful efforts to make his husband calmer. ]
Leon said I was too young to take a husband when we first met, so I waited until I could find you again. I can wait a little longer, until I can pay your kin.
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He can't say that. It will make the situatuon worse, and for now the fae understands that Alucard is another's. That will have to do for now.
He flinches as Trevor's forehead presses against his.)
How much longer until day?
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