[ He sniffs at the broth cautiously. No human flesh to dispose of, no ink mixed into it. Just normal broth things. He sips at it, and it's hard to not choke. Not because it's bad. The opposite. It's nice. Warming and- it's food. It's food, and he has a proper bed, and Dracula didn't murder him and-
-it's just been a really nice day, okay?
He takes another sip, and tries to compose himself. He's been asked to do something. He understands being asked to do something. It's familiar. ]
[ He keeps sipping at the broth until it's about halfway gone. He wants to drink more, he likes it. But even that much, even if the broth is thin, it's a lot more than he's used to. He has enough presence of mind, at least, to know that he shouldn't overeat and vomit all over the nice quarantine area. ]
You want me to- recover. And sleep will do that.
[ Look at him, figuring out very basic facts and everything. ]
[There's some sense in him. That much is made clear to Alucard when he clocks onto how Trevor only consumes half of what's given to him. There's a quiet nod, and Alucard is even bold enough to guide Trevor towards the bed.]
I can stay here until you fall asleep, but I'll have to return to the house and speak with my parents, okay?
[ He follows Alucard, nodding. The bed is- well, he can understand the concept, even if he’s never seen one like this before. Even the merchant only ever had a bedroll when he was travelling, and he never saw the inside of his house.
He perches on the edge for a moment and then lies down. ]
Home.
[ That was where Alucard said that this was, wasn’t it? It sounds nice, even if Alucard has been fairly clear about him only remaining here a day or so. That’s the thought he closes his eyes to, though it’s a while longer before his breathing actually stills. His sleep is punctuated by ragged little whimpers, but he at least doesn’t seem to be waking himself with the noise. ]
[Alucard does as he promised. He stays until Trevor sleeps, and then he retreats inside. Once there, Dracula has returned, and he and Lisa are borderline arguing about what to do with the Belmont. Unsurprisingly, Alucard joins the argument and it continues until daylight comes and the entire situation is under a forced pause.
There's food waiting for Trevor when he awakes, and come evening, that is the time Lisa insists she at least give the fae a proper examination at the very least. Dracula has insisted that he be present on the other side of the quarantine room, and that Alucard must, must stay with him on the other side of the glass.
Lisa treats much of Trevor's body as a perfectly human thing. It isn't until she starts to examine his horns that she has to stop, and defer to Trevor.]
Is this the normal state of your horns, or were there forced modifications?
[ He's- not great. The clothes have to be cut from him, practically welded to his skin in places with old dried blood. Though the results of all but the most recent punishments have faded, there are what look like acid burns (iron, they're from iron) all over him and the results of years of malnutrition are clearer.
The eye is the worst of the actual injuries, and it's a wonder that after Lisa's cleared away the dried blood and dirt keeping that eye closed he can just about see through it. There's a great chunk of flesh missing, right over his heart, but he insists that that, at least, is a normal thing. ]
Not fully grown. He harvests the velvet before they're finished. But normal.
[There's a lot of things that are quick fixes. All the old dried blood can be washed off, and Alucard has already brought a bucket of warm water and a soft sponge for just that purpose. The acid burns can't be addressed, they're just scars, but fixing the malnutrition is doable.
Clean clothes in Trevor's size is harder, but thre's a white gown of soft cloth that will do for now.]
Understood. That just leaves your wings. Could you extend them, please?
[ He nods, stretching out what remains of his wings. They're cut short, but there's none of that burning around the marks. Not with iron. They'll grow back.
How the moth got in here is a question that Dracula will probably by interested in in the near future, but it did. Trevor's been good for the examination, sitting still even during the painful parts of it, so it's odd that before Lisa can even touch the wings he sits up a little taller, reaching up.
Oh. I'm here.
Disregarding Lisa's instruction to stay still while she works, he lets the moth land on his hand and carries it to that hollow in the flash over his heart. Then he resumes sitting normally. Just when Lisa's about to ask why he just shoved a bug into his tits- ]
-what the fuck, Dracula has a house? Like a people house?
[Lisa is very careful to minimize how much she touches the wings. The most she does is brush her fingers over them to assert their thickness, and the rest of the examination has her with a magnifying glass, carefully looking over the damage without doing too much.
Dracula does notice the moth. He also knows that it got in via bullshit fae magic, and--
--there. There it is. Dracula bolts upright from his seat, even as Lisa holds her free hand up to tell him to stop. There's definitely words from the vampire, but well, Lisa ignores them.]
We're nearly done, if you can just withhold commentary for a few more minutes.
[ What the fuck. What the fuck. He wants to scream. He really, really wants to scream. Not from proximity to Dracula, no. From everything else. From finally having the ability to understand the last few years. He was used to hurt people. He ate people. He hurt that speaker man to scare his granddaughter.
The Dracula thing, at least, he can wrap his head around without wanting to vomit (he has been very careful to avoid vomiting, in the time before he became himself. He doesn't want to ruin that now) but then Lisa asks him to withhold commentary and-
-he can do that. He can sit quietly, and think, and try not to scream. He settles with his head in his hands, allowing Lisa to work, yelling reduced to quiet muttering. ]
[Dracula manages to get one word out, and it's a very dry charming. To the surprise of no one, that gets Lisa to snap her head back, frown deeply at her husband, and then to return to finishing the work. It takes a few more quiet minutes, and then Lisa withdraws from Trevor's wings.
She's still eye level in front of him though, aware that the next part of healing is far worse.]
If you want to return home, we're not going to keep you. But I'd prefer if you remained for at least one or two more days, if only to make sure you're ready for solid food and can pace yourself in recovery from that perspective.
[A firm and serious no. Dracula doesn't want a Belmont near the house, Lisa wants to afford the young man an ounce of dignity, and Alucard's pretty sure he's still going to get in trouble at some point for all of this.]
We'll talk about those things in a few days. Resting is far better right now.
[ He just nods and falls quiet, looking out through the crack under a door at the telltale lack of sunlight poking through. It's too early, far too early. Perhaps he ought to be grateful that there's still daylight at all. ]
Thank you. [ He says after a while, letting Lisa finish her fussing. ] When you want me to leave, or to earn my keep, I will.
[It's dusk, in truth, because otherwise Dracula would not be there.
Lisa pats Trevor's knee gently before getting up to her feet.]
We don't charge patients here unless they can actually afford it. You've nothing to repay.
[What Dracula might demand is different, but that's also to be avoided for now. Lisa does finally withdraw, and almost immediately, she and Dracula launch into the next iteration of arguing about what to do with a Belmont right now. That means it's Alucard who goes to get this evening's broth (it has other supplements mixed in, like protein and vitamins), and it's Alucard who slips in while his parents are still arguing]
--They're...in the middle of a discussion right now, sorry.
I can go, if it would make things easier. It won’t make me sicker.
[ He takes the broth, the mug warm in his hands, and stares down at it. ]
How much do you know of the Belmonts?
[ How much does Dracula know is a more important question, but he’d rather put off talking to Dracula a little while longer. He’ll have to eventually. Let him know that he won, that Leon is gone and his daughters and son sold to people like the Silk Merchant. No matter Lisa’s thoughts on repayment- he’s earned that much by letting him restore himself. ]
[Alucard knows better than to sit on the bed again beside Trevor, so instead he leans on the wall close to the door, arms folded over his chest.]
That you've attempted to murder my father several times over, that you're probably a threat to myself as well because I'm my father's son, and that you specialize in hunting threats to humanity - mostly night creatures - and so my father has been deeply unhappy about this.
[ He looks up as Alucard moves, then returns his gaze to the broth when he doesn’t come closer. He wants to defend himself- tell Alucard that they tried to murder his father because of what he did, what he was continuing to do until he tired of conquest. But it’s irrelevant. ]
[It wouldn't make a difference anyway. Alucard knows what his father is. What he's capable of. What he's done before. And it was something that Alucard had grown up aware of because he read too much of his father's library and saw his darkest thoughts.
When our patron began his crusade against your father, our queen gave him the sun. What claim she has to it, at least.
[ Which would be about three hours of daylight, it seems. ]
She thought it- unfair of her, to have favoured your father’s rival for so long. And so when she sent him to hell, she didn’t take her gift back. It went with him. It was a gift, for your father and his kind. To make up for our work.
[ It was not at all intended as a gift for Dracula. It was an attempt to make Dracula Entertaining again, because he went and settled down with a nice human lady and stopped ripping out people’s throats. She thought that more hours of night would provoke change among the vampires, either forcing Dracula into action or forcing him to lose his position to an usurper who might do something cool. ]
[Yeah, guess who heard that. Dracula's head snaps up, he says something truly furious, and then simply....leaves. Because to have that information is to have to process a lot of emotions in a small space of time. Never mind his perpetual fury for Leon. That the Queen of the Fae would try to manipulate him in this way? Oh that's unforgivable and no one needs to be exposed to that anger right now.
Lisa and Alucard exchange wary glances across the window. Alucard shakes his head, and his mother departs. With that, Alucard slides down onto the floor, finally sitting.]
I'm not sure what that means, but I'm not filled with confidence about it.
[ And it’s not like not telling him would have made any of this not the case, but he still feels like kind of an asshole. Even though making Dracula mad is literally what he was born for.
He stands unsteadily, then moves across the room to sit with Alucard. ]
I’m not going to attack you. Not if you haven’t hurt anyone. We only hunt monsters.
Because that was the reaction of a man victorious.
[Alucard's got sarcasm as a defense, and right now feels like the correct time to use it. He's so very still after that, hardly noticing that Trevor's sat down beside him. He should probably react more to having an old family enemy beside him. He should suspect that Trevor's full of shit.
He doesn't.]
That doesn't matter. My father won't buy that, because he's far more worried about our safety.
He deserves to know he isn’t hunted any more, then.
[ He huffs at the sarcasm. He liked Alucard better before, back when he was stupid and thought that he’d found some kind of saviour. Now he just seems like-
-exactly like a teenager whose family has been thrown into disarray by some asshole who just barged into their lives. Right. ]
I could vow not to. You could order me not to. He could order me not to. [ A pause. ] He could kill me, if he doesn’t want to turn me loose.
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-it's just been a really nice day, okay?
He takes another sip, and tries to compose himself. He's been asked to do something. He understands being asked to do something. It's familiar. ]
Do you want me to sleep?
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What I want isn't important. I'm trying to think of care and recovery, and sleep is usually one of those extremely important things.
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You want me to- recover. And sleep will do that.
[ Look at him, figuring out very basic facts and everything. ]
I can sleep, then.
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I can stay here until you fall asleep, but I'll have to return to the house and speak with my parents, okay?
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He perches on the edge for a moment and then lies down. ]
Home.
[ That was where Alucard said that this was, wasn’t it? It sounds nice, even if Alucard has been fairly clear about him only remaining here a day or so. That’s the thought he closes his eyes to, though it’s a while longer before his breathing actually stills. His sleep is punctuated by ragged little whimpers, but he at least doesn’t seem to be waking himself with the noise. ]
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There's food waiting for Trevor when he awakes, and come evening, that is the time Lisa insists she at least give the fae a proper examination at the very least. Dracula has insisted that he be present on the other side of the quarantine room, and that Alucard must, must stay with him on the other side of the glass.
Lisa treats much of Trevor's body as a perfectly human thing. It isn't until she starts to examine his horns that she has to stop, and defer to Trevor.]
Is this the normal state of your horns, or were there forced modifications?
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The eye is the worst of the actual injuries, and it's a wonder that after Lisa's cleared away the dried blood and dirt keeping that eye closed he can just about see through it. There's a great chunk of flesh missing, right over his heart, but he insists that that, at least, is a normal thing. ]
Not fully grown. He harvests the velvet before they're finished. But normal.
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Clean clothes in Trevor's size is harder, but thre's a white gown of soft cloth that will do for now.]
Understood. That just leaves your wings. Could you extend them, please?
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How the moth got in here is a question that Dracula will probably by interested in in the near future, but it did. Trevor's been good for the examination, sitting still even during the painful parts of it, so it's odd that before Lisa can even touch the wings he sits up a little taller, reaching up.
Oh. I'm here.
Disregarding Lisa's instruction to stay still while she works, he lets the moth land on his hand and carries it to that hollow in the flash over his heart. Then he resumes sitting normally. Just when Lisa's about to ask why he just shoved a bug into his tits- ]
-what the fuck, Dracula has a house? Like a people house?
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Dracula does notice the moth. He also knows that it got in via bullshit fae magic, and--
--there. There it is. Dracula bolts upright from his seat, even as Lisa holds her free hand up to tell him to stop. There's definitely words from the vampire, but well, Lisa ignores them.]
We're nearly done, if you can just withhold commentary for a few more minutes.
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[ What the fuck. What the fuck. He wants to scream. He really, really wants to scream. Not from proximity to Dracula, no. From everything else. From finally having the ability to understand the last few years. He was used to hurt people. He ate people. He hurt that speaker man to scare his granddaughter.
The Dracula thing, at least, he can wrap his head around without wanting to vomit (he has been very careful to avoid vomiting, in the time before he became himself. He doesn't want to ruin that now) but then Lisa asks him to withhold commentary and-
-he can do that. He can sit quietly, and think, and try not to scream. He settles with his head in his hands, allowing Lisa to work, yelling reduced to quiet muttering. ]
What the fuck.
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She's still eye level in front of him though, aware that the next part of healing is far worse.]
If you want to return home, we're not going to keep you. But I'd prefer if you remained for at least one or two more days, if only to make sure you're ready for solid food and can pace yourself in recovery from that perspective.
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I can stay. [ Then, after a pause. ] I can work, if you want. To repay you.
[ Please demand something of him. He's had nothing but orders for years. ]
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[A firm and serious no. Dracula doesn't want a Belmont near the house, Lisa wants to afford the young man an ounce of dignity, and Alucard's pretty sure he's still going to get in trouble at some point for all of this.]
We'll talk about those things in a few days. Resting is far better right now.
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Thank you. [ He says after a while, letting Lisa finish her fussing. ] When you want me to leave, or to earn my keep, I will.
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Lisa pats Trevor's knee gently before getting up to her feet.]
We don't charge patients here unless they can actually afford it. You've nothing to repay.
[What Dracula might demand is different, but that's also to be avoided for now. Lisa does finally withdraw, and almost immediately, she and Dracula launch into the next iteration of arguing about what to do with a Belmont right now. That means it's Alucard who goes to get this evening's broth (it has other supplements mixed in, like protein and vitamins), and it's Alucard who slips in while his parents are still arguing]
--They're...in the middle of a discussion right now, sorry.
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[ He takes the broth, the mug warm in his hands, and stares down at it. ]
How much do you know of the Belmonts?
[ How much does Dracula know is a more important question, but he’d rather put off talking to Dracula a little while longer. He’ll have to eventually. Let him know that he won, that Leon is gone and his daughters and son sold to people like the Silk Merchant. No matter Lisa’s thoughts on repayment- he’s earned that much by letting him restore himself. ]
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[Alucard knows better than to sit on the bed again beside Trevor, so instead he leans on the wall close to the door, arms folded over his chest.]
That you've attempted to murder my father several times over, that you're probably a threat to myself as well because I'm my father's son, and that you specialize in hunting threats to humanity - mostly night creatures - and so my father has been deeply unhappy about this.
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[ He looks up as Alucard moves, then returns his gaze to the broth when he doesn’t come closer. He wants to defend himself- tell Alucard that they tried to murder his father because of what he did, what he was continuing to do until he tired of conquest. But it’s irrelevant. ]
Do you know why the days grew shorter?
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But that question...]
No. It's vexed my father since it happened.
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[ Which would be about three hours of daylight, it seems. ]
She thought it- unfair of her, to have favoured your father’s rival for so long. And so when she sent him to hell, she didn’t take her gift back. It went with him. It was a gift, for your father and his kind. To make up for our work.
[ It was not at all intended as a gift for Dracula. It was an attempt to make Dracula Entertaining again, because he went and settled down with a nice human lady and stopped ripping out people’s throats. She thought that more hours of night would provoke change among the vampires, either forcing Dracula into action or forcing him to lose his position to an usurper who might do something cool. ]
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[Yeah, guess who heard that. Dracula's head snaps up, he says something truly furious, and then simply....leaves. Because to have that information is to have to process a lot of emotions in a small space of time. Never mind his perpetual fury for Leon. That the Queen of the Fae would try to manipulate him in this way? Oh that's unforgivable and no one needs to be exposed to that anger right now.
Lisa and Alucard exchange wary glances across the window. Alucard shakes his head, and his mother departs. With that, Alucard slides down onto the floor, finally sitting.]
I'm not sure what that means, but I'm not filled with confidence about it.
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He deserved to know that he won.
[ And it’s not like not telling him would have made any of this not the case, but he still feels like kind of an asshole. Even though making Dracula mad is literally what he was born for.
He stands unsteadily, then moves across the room to sit with Alucard. ]
I’m not going to attack you. Not if you haven’t hurt anyone. We only hunt monsters.
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[Alucard's got sarcasm as a defense, and right now feels like the correct time to use it. He's so very still after that, hardly noticing that Trevor's sat down beside him. He should probably react more to having an old family enemy beside him. He should suspect that Trevor's full of shit.
He doesn't.]
That doesn't matter. My father won't buy that, because he's far more worried about our safety.
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[ He huffs at the sarcasm. He liked Alucard better before, back when he was stupid and thought that he’d found some kind of saviour. Now he just seems like-
-exactly like a teenager whose family has been thrown into disarray by some asshole who just barged into their lives. Right. ]
I could vow not to. You could order me not to. He could order me not to. [ A pause. ] He could kill me, if he doesn’t want to turn me loose.
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