[ Okay, that's weird and not sexy. Trevor removes his hand from Alucard's hair and backs away, looking him over. He extends a hand then thinks better of it. Shit. He doesn't know what to do about this. ]
I'm here. Adrian, I'm here.
I'm here, Adrian. I'm here.
[ The weight against Alucard's chest remains, even with Trevor gone. The cold, dead weight of those bodies in the slaughterhouse, pinning him down. The hand is still in his hair, twisting into a cold, tight fist. ]
[Alucard's aware that Trevor's backed away. His front is cold now, that's--
No.
He's cold.
The bodies were cold. Carmilla was like ice, and he bolts upright with a sudden a urgency that borders on how he used to move. Feral and angry and so, so terrified, just an animal trying to keep itself safe.]
[ This is out of his control and he knows it, but he's not sure if Sypha can even hear from here. He could make a run for the library - in truth, he's not sure if the castle would cooperate right now. Something's clearly wrong with Alucard, so it'll be acting weird and-
-as if on cue, the roar of the castle's engines working shakes the room. They're moving. He doesn't know where they're moving to, but they're going somewhere. ]
Adrian, I'm not dead. I'm here. Right here. Please-
[ There's another hand, now, at Alucard's throat. Cold as everything else here with those long, thin fingers and a grip like a vice. Carmilla's claws graze at the skin, not quite breaking it. ]
-wherever I please. My dear prince, you'll find I can be wherever I damn well please.
[ The hand at Alucard's throat tightens and loosens, almost playful in the same way that a child cutting up caterpillars is playful. ]
[Alucard claws at his throat, nails digging into flesh. There's something there. There's a hand there, it's trying to choke him. His other hand reaches up at the air, slashing at eyes that aren't there.]
Trevor!? Sypha?!
[He's yelling for them, because he knows that'll fix the problem.]
[ He shouldn't touch Alucard. He knows that much. But- shit, he's hurting himself. And he can't let him keep doing that, either. He reaches out, sliding his hand between Alucard's hand and his throat, trying to guide it away. Trying to guide him back from wherever the fuck he is right now. ]
I'm here, Adrian. I'm here I'm not going to leave you-
I'm not going to leave you, Adrian. For all your long, long life. The mortals will fade, given time. But I? I will still be here. The oldest friend you will ever have. The only one you'll have left.
They'll be gone eventually, my dear prince. And then you will have eternity with only me. I wonder, how many centuries of this do you think you can manage?
[ There's another hand now. And that should be impossible, because that would mean Carmilla has three hands and two of them are occupying the same space. But logic doesn't matter here. Another of those bony hands threads its fingers through Alucard's, trying to wrestle his hand away from his throat. ]
It's warm. So it can't be Carmilla. But it's still Carmilla, still her awful face, still her awful hands wringing his neck, and so Alucard's free hand grabs onto whatever he can and tries to fling it away. It's fast and furious and he's so scared and so worried and wanting to be free.]
No. No you don't get to be here for eternity, you're just...you're dead. More than dead. I...
[He snarls and shoves forward, as if attacking Carmilla will chase her away instead.]
[ Alucard's hand grips his arm, and for a moment that seems correct. But- but shit, his arm doesn't bend that way, and Alucard is stronger than the joint of his elbow and-
You don't get to be here, he says, before his elbow gives an awful pop. And then there is a snarl- a real, vampiric one - and he's sent flying back against the ground, arm twisted in entirely the wrong direction, Alucard's weight coming down on his wrist until it gives with a sickening crunch.
He manages not to scream. But in truth, he probably didn't need to. The pained whimper and the choked attempt at taking in breath are loud enough to dismiss Carmilla, even if the pop and crunch weren't. She's gone, and Sypha's approaching footsteps are still a few hallways away. Alucard is alone with Trevor once again. ]
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I'm here. Adrian, I'm here.
I'm here, Adrian. I'm here.
[ The weight against Alucard's chest remains, even with Trevor gone. The cold, dead weight of those bodies in the slaughterhouse, pinning him down. The hand is still in his hair, twisting into a cold, tight fist. ]
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No.
He's cold.
The bodies were cold. Carmilla was like ice, and he bolts upright with a sudden a urgency that borders on how he used to move. Feral and angry and so, so terrified, just an animal trying to keep itself safe.]
Fuck. Fuck. You're dead, you can't be here--!
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Adrian, I'm not- shit. Sypha! Sypha!
[ This is out of his control and he knows it, but he's not sure if Sypha can even hear from here. He could make a run for the library - in truth, he's not sure if the castle would cooperate right now. Something's clearly wrong with Alucard, so it'll be acting weird and-
-as if on cue, the roar of the castle's engines working shakes the room. They're moving. He doesn't know where they're moving to, but they're going somewhere. ]
Adrian, I'm not dead. I'm here. Right here. Please-
[ There's another hand, now, at Alucard's throat. Cold as everything else here with those long, thin fingers and a grip like a vice. Carmilla's claws graze at the skin, not quite breaking it. ]
-wherever I please. My dear prince, you'll find I can be wherever I damn well please.
[ The hand at Alucard's throat tightens and loosens, almost playful in the same way that a child cutting up caterpillars is playful. ]
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[Alucard claws at his throat, nails digging into flesh. There's something there. There's a hand there, it's trying to choke him. His other hand reaches up at the air, slashing at eyes that aren't there.]
Trevor!? Sypha?!
[He's yelling for them, because he knows that'll fix the problem.]
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I'm here, Adrian. I'm here I'm not going to leave you-
I'm not going to leave you, Adrian. For all your long, long life. The mortals will fade, given time. But I? I will still be here. The oldest friend you will ever have. The only one you'll have left.
They'll be gone eventually, my dear prince. And then you will have eternity with only me. I wonder, how many centuries of this do you think you can manage?
[ There's another hand now. And that should be impossible, because that would mean Carmilla has three hands and two of them are occupying the same space. But logic doesn't matter here. Another of those bony hands threads its fingers through Alucard's, trying to wrestle his hand away from his throat. ]
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It's warm. So it can't be Carmilla. But it's still Carmilla, still her awful face, still her awful hands wringing his neck, and so Alucard's free hand grabs onto whatever he can and tries to fling it away. It's fast and furious and he's so scared and so worried and wanting to be free.]
No. No you don't get to be here for eternity, you're just...you're dead. More than dead. I...
[He snarls and shoves forward, as if attacking Carmilla will chase her away instead.]
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You don't get to be here, he says, before his elbow gives an awful pop. And then there is a snarl- a real, vampiric one - and he's sent flying back against the ground, arm twisted in entirely the wrong direction, Alucard's weight coming down on his wrist until it gives with a sickening crunch.
He manages not to scream. But in truth, he probably didn't need to. The pained whimper and the choked attempt at taking in breath are loud enough to dismiss Carmilla, even if the pop and crunch weren't. She's gone, and Sypha's approaching footsteps are still a few hallways away. Alucard is alone with Trevor once again. ]