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[cryptsleeper]

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[miraclewhip]

I don't do the talking, he-

[ -isn't coming. Alucard covered a lot of distance. Trevor's managed to catch up, but the Merchant won't be able to. This is a first. Trevor doesn't do the bartering. ]

We trade. I give you something you want, and take away your memories of seeing me - just of me, you won't forget anything else of tonight. Like the inventor traded his thoughts for pain medicine.

It's painless? [ He offers as an afterthought. ]

[cryptsleeper]

The pain isn't what I'm worried about. [He hasn't even considered that so, thanks Treffy.]

Does removing my recollections serve you in any way?

[Maybe he can't confirm that fact verbally.]

[miraclewhip]

It serves my master. [ So no. ]

He will be kinder when I return, if you have forgotten me?

[ 'Kinder' is a relative term, here, more than likely. But Trevor has, if accidentally, pointed out the catch here. Any consequences for his failure will happen when he returns. He can't return unless he succeeds. ]

[cryptsleeper]

And what if you don't return?

[The question is asked so very cautiously. Unsure. Unready. But there's a thought there.]

If you're taken by your quarry?

[miraclewhip]

He will- not be kind.

[ That last part is said through gritted teeth - not quite the terror that struck him at the thought of Dracula, but close. But then there is thought. ]

-but there will be no-one for him to be unkind to.

[cryptsleeper]

There will not be. And especially not if the ties that bind are broken.

[If anyone can look at a magic bond and make determinations about it, it is Alucard's father. The dhampir is confident of that much, and so he slowly rises to his feet.]

We must travel as the undead do then. [Slowly, Alucard offers a hand.] When we enter the darkness, you musn't let go.

[miraclewhip]

[ He should go back. He has orders. He needs to trade the money for the memories, and-

-he drops the coin pouch, and takes Alucard's hand instead. Not for the promise of having his ties to the silk merchant broken. Not for any shot at freedom. Just because nobody has offered him a hand in a long, long time. ]

I mustn't let go.

[ He repeats it like a prayer. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard nods, and murmurs the right words. For the dead travel fast.

And so the dark tunnel appears, the one that lets the undead move as they please. An outpost of the netherworld, a signifier of the undead's liminal space. He can travel it in short bursts before being worn tired. For anything else, it's a true trial.

He walks in with Trevor's hand in his, immediately weighted down by the place's natural gravity. It's a sense that only intensifies the further in they go, and Alucard's eyes remain ever ahead. But he has a companion, and he knows that this is not easy.]

If you need me to stop, say so. We can exit and wait until you have energy again.

[miraclewhip]

I mustn't let go.

[ He repeats it, following. But it doesn't take long before he starts to stumble, before his footsteps become unsteady and moths begin to fall to the ground. Even he's surprised by how quickly he tires. He thought he'd recovered more than this. ]

I mustn't let go.

[ This time it sounds more shaky, more desperate, and it's accompanied by a squeeze of Alucard's hand. That would be a request to pause. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[They'll stop. They're three quarters of the way there already, and so Alucard murmurs the words that ends the tunnel.

They're in the mountains now, cold and dark but hundreds of miles from the Silk Merchant and his horrible market. A quiet breeze blows through, and on it is the scent of wild flowers. Alucard looks to Trevor, frowning.]

Sit down, you'll fall over if you don't.

[miraclewhip]

[ He does as he's told, lowering himself to sit on the ground, but doesn't let go of Alucard's hand as he does. He pokes at a moth on the ground with his free hand, but it doesn't respond. ]

Where are we going?

[ He probably should have asked that before, but Alucard offered his hand, and that was more important. ]

[cryptsleeper]

My family's home.

[Alucard squeezes Trevor's hand gently. It hasn't escaped the vampire's notice that the fae is yet to let go. It also hasn't escaped him what a real risk this could be, how it might simply earn his father's anger. But his mother will be there, and prevail upon her husband probably.

He breathes out.]

If there's a way to set this to rights, it'll be there.

[miraclewhip]

[ He nods, and he doesn't let go. ]

My master will search for me. I'm- [ his tone is just a few emotional notes off if he were saying he was loved. ] -an investment.

[cryptsleeper]

Your master values his life. He won't pick a fight with Dracula.

[Alucard's eyes go to the mountains.]

My village is on the other side of this place. How good are you at riding?

[miraclewhip]

-Dracula.

[ That's terrifying. He holds Alucard's hand tighter. He doesn't know why he even knows of Dracula - his master certainly never told him of him - but he knows. ]

I don't- [ He doesn't know. There is so, so much he doesn't know. But- he must have hunted once, before the days became short. ] -I think I can ride. I don't remember.

[cryptsleeper]

Good. I'm going to turn into a wolf. You'll hang on, and I'll get us home. Understood?

[miraclewhip]

[ He nods, standing, and then slowly, with immense difficulty, lets go of the hand that's holding Alucard's (he mustn't let go). ]

Home.

[cryptsleeper]

Very well.

[And suddenly, Alucard isn't there. He's a wolf, one who lets out a long, deep howl that shatters the night sky. He remains taught and tense for a moment and--

a bellowing noise responds. Dracula, acknowledging his son.

Alucard's wolf form softens, and tail wags in Trevor's direction.

Let's go!]

[miraclewhip]

[ He climbs atop Alucard’s back, fingers curling in his fur. Yes. He knows this, even if his mind doesn’t recall it. This is who he is. He can ride. That’s comfort, even with Dracula’s howl still echoing through the night.

He lowers himself, coiling his arms around Alucard’s neck and burying his face in fur. Theoretically, it means that Alucard can move faster safely. It’s just also comforting. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[In that howl, Alucard had communicated that something happened. His father said that he would be waiting at the door. And so Alucard speeds along once he feels that Trevor can hold on properly.

He spends a few minutes at a mostly human pace. Then? Then he moves at the speed of his father's people, paws thundering up and up and up the mountain paths, until up does become down and into a valley, home to a small community best known for not much at all save it's doctor. Lupu is a long way away from here, as is most of Wallachia. Here was a compromise, for Lisa would not leave humanity entirely, but Dracula could not risk her among Wallachia's people.

And indeed, Dracula is waiting. He is stood on the doorstep of the home the three of them share, the largest in the village because it accommodates Lisa's clinic on the first floor. Or so they all say, but it is still a private home and all other vampires must be granted permission to cross the threshold.

He looms as his son, a wolf, approaches with--

--a Belmont.

A noise escapes Dracula that is already furious, but then? Then he realizes the spells tracked over Trevor's body, and suddenly so much comes into focus.]

Bring him around back, Adrian.

[Around back is a smaller house. Just two rooms, a bed area and a preparation area. A quarantine zone, or as close to one as possible.

[miraclewhip]

[ Adrian. Adrian. He turns the name over in his head, even as Dracula’s presence chokes all else from his mind. A pretty name. He likes it. Adrian. ]

Adrian.

[ He repeats it softly as he lowers himself from Alucard’s back, returning to the ground. His hands remain in Alucard’s fur, and he doesn’t seem to have any plans to let go. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[Dracula retreats inside the house. Alucard can hear his mother's voice, and the two begin a long argument. He moves Trevor along, past the side of the house and into the little quarantine, pausing just long enough to nudge the door open with his nose.

One has to pass through the preparation area first, although right now it is perfectly empty. Just a counter, spaces marked out for tools, and a little wood burning stove to heat both rooms. Through there? A real bed, made of feathers, although there are no sheets upon it for now. Alucard nuzzles against Trevor's hand, before his nose points to the bed.]

[miraclewhip]

[ Hand still in Alucard’s fur, he moves toward the bed. He stops in front of it, waiting for Alucard to act. ]

Does he want to kill me?

[ He’s not sure if that possibility frightens him or not. ]

He ought to go to my master, if he does. I’ll just come back unless he kills the last piece.

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard pauses. He needs to be a person to talk, and so Adrian is beside Trevor on the bed.]

You....what is your surname?

[miraclewhip]

I don’t remember.

[ He sits on the bed once Alucard does, once he knows it’s allowed. ]

My master calls me his Weaver, because I make the silk. Is that good enough?