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Yeah. She's strange, but she's strange in the same ways all the time.

[ Too bad. Eggs. Trevor eats with all the grace of someone who's been too stuck in their own head to remember to eat in the last day, scooping up egg yolk with his bread and continuing only after a good few mouthfuls. He'd forgotten how much clearer things seem with food in one's belly. ]

've you ever even spent enough time around someone to learn to predict them before?

[Alucard sighs. He doesn't want to use a spoon. So grabbing another hunk of bread, using a vampire nail to cut a little bit of egg so it can be placed on the bread. It's not dignified.

Suits them, doesn't it? At least him.]

...Not since I was very young.

[Before his mother's death, he means.]

I don't know if I care for it.

Would you rather be someplace else?

[ Look, if he was going to complain about Alucard's table manners he'd have no room to complain right now. He practically has egg up his nose, he's so enthusiastic about getting food down his threat. ]

She'd understand, if you would.

She would, but then she'd be disappointed. Start talking about how I need to be exposed just a little bit to what's normal for others. Something about removing the power of it.

Well shit. If you need to be exposed to normal people things, this isn’t exactly the company you ought to be keeping.

[ Well, Trevor’s back to normal, being shitty instead of sad. That’s probably good. ]

Do you want to remove its power? I think she’s right, but- I’m the one who fucked you up. We don’t get to choose for you how you put yourself back together.

This version of normal is probably all I'll be able to handle, I suspect.

[It's just the vampire's turn to be his usual melancholic self. That's slightly better. Probably.]

I wouldn't say you, specifically, are responsible for that. Your family...contributed to the effort, but.

[He shakes his head no very slowly.]

I wouldn't know how to begin approaching recovery, Belmont. She has ideas, at least.

I’m the one who’s here to take responsibility.

[ His food is already gone. So yes. Maybe he very much did need to eat. He sighs, smiling ruefully. ]

As long as recovery is what you want.

It's not yours to take.

[Alucard, by contrast, has still has half of the egg on his plate. Which is pretty good for him, all things considered.]

Belmont, if I was to do what I really wanted I'd be asleep in a coffin for the next five hundred years at least.

I -maybe not.

[ That, the language of ‘you are doing something wrong’, that he responds to in a way that he never would for any amount of ‘you’re not to blame’. He puts his cutlery down on his plate neatly and sheepishly. ]

-yeah, okay. Maybe give her way a try first. At least for a little while. [ Another chuckle. ] If I have to stick around, so do you.

Mm. I think she exerts her will on us much more than she does when she uses magic.

[It's not a joke and Alucard doesn't want to joke about it anyway. Sypha has power over them both, and they're both well aware of it. Nothing will change it either, and so all they can do is be dragged along in the current behind her.]

You may be right there.

[ Plates and cutlery get washed and put away in thoughtful, not unfriendly, silence. He’s asked a lot of Alucard with just this much conversation, he knows.

Trevor does leave again before long. But he also returns again. Leaves again and returns again, over and over. It grows cold again, and when he comes back in winter Sypha drags him into her bed on the colder nights despite the warmth of the castle. She keeps a fire going in the room, with both a thick rug and a large armchair in front of it so that some nights, when it’s easier, Alucard can join them in whichever form works best.

It’s nice, if a little uncomfortable for him having something so undefined. And then spring comes.

The burning isn’t anything new. Nothing that demands all three of them. Forgemasters are complicated to keep safe, being such valuable resources to so many who want power, but escorting the man somewhere safer shouldn’t have been difficult.

Trevor isn’t gone long enough to arouse suspicion that something might be wrong, and so the first indication is the gift. A night creature brings it, protecting the little parcel with its body as Sypha burns it to nothing. There, in the ashes, is a little bundle wrapped in a silk scarf.

The bundle contains two things. A human ear and a perfume bottle filled with a sweet-smelling liquid that used to be mixed into little Adrian’s meals. ]

[There's an overall pattern to it. Sure, the length of time that Trevor is away is different each and every time, but that's just fine by all of them. The little variations mixed with the comfort of familarity is good for the vampire, who has managed to at least let Sypha hold his wolfy paws once a day. She's gotten a few scratches behind the ears in on Alucard's best days, and that's amazing if you go by Sypha.

Alucard still isn't sure how he feels about it. But Sypha smile at him in such a way that it's impossible not to react, and so he keeps going with it all. Slinks into the room during the winter and dozes beside the fire either as a man or a wolf. (It's unrequired, the fire, since the castle is heated. It's still nice.)

All is well until it isn't, the night creature's presence a thing of horror (the blue of it's eyes is the first thing Alucard reacts to.) Immediately his nose flares when the bundle is opened. The ear? Fine. Creepy, but fine. The liquid?

He's almost knocked to the floor. He never wanted that smell in his life again, and he chokes out Carmilla's name before there's that wildness on his face that matches the same wildness when he chased Carmilla out of the castle.]

Intercepted. She'll expect us to mount a rescue, or she'll threaten us until we make the attempt. We plan, then we go. It's impossible for her to anticipate everything.

[Sypha doesn't like it. Doesn't like the change in the vampire's behavior or his declaration, but as Alucard explains the possibilities if they stall, it's...it's understood that pretending to go along with the plan is for the best. So they prepare. Sypha lives int he Hold for a week while Alucard draws diagram after diagram of what is likely to be where and how to outsmart it.

And then they leave for Styria, Alucard a wolf and Sypha herself, pretending to be a traveler and her very large dog.]

[ There's a little in the hold on the topic of Carmilla, some older. Most is new, added by Trevor over the last year, based upon their short encounter with her and the word of anyone he found to ask. By all his measurements, she shouldn't be recovered yet. She should still be in hiding at sea. They were meant to have another year, at least. She'd been gathering up her fledglings any time her ship made port, presumably in preparation for whatever conflict awaited, but it shouldn't have come so soon.

The answer comes once they enter Austria. Those vampires not loyal to Carmilla are fleeing into neighbouring countries. Those loyal to Carmilla speak of her swift recovery as a sign of her power and make little mention of the missing vampire Godbrand. Those few that Alucard and Sypha manage to find as they flee the country tell a different story.

Dracula never made fledglings, but if he had, even he would have never devoured them for power.

Carmilla's home is much as it was when Alucard fled it. Smaller than Dracula's castle, less like a living thing, perhaps less imposing to someone who doesn't think of Dracula's castle as home. It's still a terrible thing. The gardens are in full bloom, even so early in spring, alive with the blues and whites and deep greens of plants best not touched even through the safety of gloves. Beyond them, the castle itself looms tall and dark and ancient, with towers extending from it like thorns. A shrivelled figure hangs from one of those towers, swaying in the wind - Carmilla's sire, if rumour is to be believed.

The gates are unlocked, and the front door opens as Sypha and her totally-a-dog approach. A window is also open, several stories in the air - a tiny one, only large enough to a child to squeeze through.

Obviously, both of these are traps. ]

[Vampiric cannibalism is something that never even occurred to Alucard. Or any other vampire, so far as he can tell when those fleeing explain the circumstances. He's amazed they'll talk to a Speaker at all, but he understands what's really being accomplished. Sypha will preserve the truth and pass it along to her people. The stories will be circulated. Carmilla's land will be devoid of people and when she moves beyond her own home, others shall be prepared.

He doesn't like it. The soft whines against Sypha make that clear every night as she settles down to rest and he keeps watch.

He hates it more as they approach the castle. No, his approach is not slowed, but the tension has him pulled taught like an bow string. Sypha hasn't tried petting him in a few days because he's too tense and Alucard's aware he might snap at her.

The window is faster. The gates are likely to lead on a grander chase.

Sypha's eyes go upward.

So Alucard shifts, has her ride piggy back, and moves them both up.]

We look through, see what's within, then make a decision.

[ Alucard's room is almost as it was when he left it, only cleaned since his escape. Too intricately decorated to really look like a cell, but devoid of anything meaningful. A bed decorated with beautiful cushions but missing blankets or anything that could be used to make rope. Decorations of the sort that can't be made into weapons. Shelves full of empty books. The keyhole and the spaces between the door and frame are probably still lined with a thin layer of silver, so that mist can't pass through them.

He's stronger now, though. Not alone. Even if the door is locked, they've power enough between them to force it. ]

[Alucard doesn't look. He asks Sypha to tell him if Trevor's in there. There's no sight of Trevor, and so they do not stop. Instead, Alucard rises higher and higher still, until there is a flat part of one of the roof lines to land on. It's a good way for Sypha to get a bird's eye view of the castle, and for the vampire to try and steady himself.

He's a wolf again, nose twitching and sniffing as the wind passes by. There's only one scent he's interested in, that of a Belmont.]

[ The scent is there, but distorted. The metallic stench of blood probably isn't unexpected, but there's something else, too. The too-sweet, choking smell of rotting flesh. The too-clean smell of magic, like air after lightning, coming from a source other than Sypha. The smell leads to one of the bartizans, held apart from the main structure of the building by a single walkway and nothing else in one of those statements of 'actually fuck the laws of physics, I'm powerful' that vampires are fond of.

There's suspiciously little between the roof and that structure, despite Carmilla clearly being ready for their arrival. It could be that her defenses were concentrated behind the obvious entrances. This is, however, Carmilla. ]

[A soft wolfy whine draws Sypha's attention to the bartizans. The way it hangs is awful, and Alucard doesn't like it.

Sypha's hands go for his fur, then stop suddenly. It is both a memory of how much Alucard dislikes it, but the fact he's shifted back into a man and is gesturing her onto his back.]

There's magic involved now. I don't know how much or what kind, but I don't like it. It's bad, and there's flesh in a poor state too. Probably on purpose. The walkway is going to be expected, so fire over my shoulder and tell me when to duck.

[Which is all to say that they aren't taking the walkway. Alucard floats up again, and then they approach the bartizan by coming up behind it. There are windows, there must be, and that is how they'll enter if the coast is clear.]

[ When they found him at the church, Trevor was bright-eyed. Alert. Spoke politely to the priests and addressed them by title. Had enough fight in him to leap to their defense when a witch and vampire came to his rescue, despite everything.

He doesn't look up when Sypha enters through the window. Oh, he's breathing. The sound of that comes out thick and moist-sounding, like footsteps in mud. And the way the light in Sypha's hands reflects from his eyes, they're open and he's conscious. But he doesn't look up. Doesn't flinch away from the light the way his bad eye usually makes him do. Doesn't move at all.

Sypha lowers the light, both because she knows of that bad eye and because now she's confirmed that the room is empty she'd rather lower the risk of being seen. In the darkness, the bad eye seems to be glowing a bright blue. That side of his body smells of rot and magic and blood, and it appears to be making a soft hissing noise. ]

[The smell is overwhelming for Alucard when he enters. Both of his hands go up to his nose and mouth to cover them, and he knows that smell. It's flesh when it has become nectroic, and there is so much of it.

That alone is a terror. It demands amputation most times, if Alucard remembers that one discussion his mother and father had correctly. He hates this and--

--and then Trevor's bad eye glows blue, and there's a horrible moment of understanding. He lets out a low noise towards Sypha, get over here.

Trevor was escorting the forgemaster. They're both Carmilla's prisoners.]

Belmont. How much of your body has been forged?

[ Sypha does move back, but the light in her hand brightens again at the word 'forged'. She directs the light at Trevor's left side, tracing it over him and answering Alucard's question at least to some degree. Twine is wrapped tightly around his left arm, presumably to cut off the blood supply and kill the flesh below it. The same twine is coiled around his hand, keeping them tightly wrapped around the handle of vampire killer - the source of the hissing. Ropes of thick, knotted skin run out across his face from place on the side of his head that's all old blood and rotting flesh and matted hair. Thick chains about his wrists and neck keep him in an awkward position too low to be standing and too high to be anything else. He's slouched, letting them take his weight.

He looks up, with his eyes rather than his whole head, and then back down again. Ugh. This fucking hallucination again. They didn't ask anything last time, just looked him over and debated the best form of euthanasia until he passed out. The time before, they'd been less calm about it. ]

The fuck do you want to know for? S' it make it better this time if I'm only a little bit of a monster?

[ There's barely anything left of his voice. ]

Because that informs so much of how we get you out of here.

[If they even can. Alucard's eyes follow the twine, and then he steps forward to really look. Determine what can be removed with ease and no harm versus what they'll have to keep in place until Carmilla is dead and they can leave this castle of horrors.

His fingers fly out to the twine around Trevor's left arm, tracing it down to the Vampire Killer. Okay. That part? That can be cut withouth much problem at all, but Alucard starts at the part that binds vampire killer to Trevor's hand. He's slow as he undoes the stuff, sharp nails against the sacred thing. It doesn't hurt. Barely registers.

And then he moves up to the left arm. The flesh below isn't dead. Just straining for blood, and so Alucard's next part is so delicate. He loosens the binding inch by inch by inch, Sypha providing the light and looking at the rest of Trevor to try and assess what must be done next.

Carmilla will enter soon. Alucard knows that. But he can provide some relief. Stop the worst of her plans. He'll do it or he'll take her head.]

[ ...the hallucinations before weren't capable of sarcasm. His eyes return to Alucard, looking him over. They're real. Real. And he- ]

-Sypha Belnades, isn't it? Of the Codrii Speakers. They ought to be travelling close to Arges, this time of the year. Would that be right?

[ Carmilla practically purrs from the far end of the narrow walkway, long fingers drumming against the wall next to her. Trevor shrinks away, not from her but from the two of them. ]

-sorry.

[Alucard keeps doing the work. He has to, because it's reckless and endangers all three of them if he doesn't. They talked about the things Carmilla might use against them, and Sypha's people were high on that list.

Sypha's good. Steels herself , eyes on the door.

Alucard only shakes his head.]

No need. I understand how she functions.

[ The twine about his arm comes loose, and the effect is delayed by only a few seconds. Trevor's face twists in pain and he hisses in air as blood finally starts to find its way into the half-dead limb. It's just chains left now, holding him in place. They're plain iron, by the looks of things. Not silver, meaning Carmilla's probably been here personally rather than having attendants do the work. It does mean that Alucard ought to be able to make short work of them.

Carmilla, having made her presence clear, ducks back behind the wall to put something between her and Sypha. She's still speaking, though. ]

He'd have seen through the eyes of all the Belmont sisters, you know, as they burned. They forced him to go through it with them. I do wonder what that did for his sanity, experiencing his wife's death again three times over.

Edited 2019-09-22 21:15 (UTC)

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