This is familiar. The smell of smoke, the crowd of people. The cold, dead body next to him as it all happens. There are more shouts. Jeers. Calls of 'that's her, with the frenchman' that send Trevor looking around for Sypha before he realises that there's just smoke in their eyes and it's Alucard they mean. ]
She's- shit, she's in the- [ He swallows, and the air is already thick enough with smoke that it burns. The thatch is damp, producing a horrible, choking amount of the stuff. He doesn't know what the fire will do to the castle. He doesn't know what will happen if it doesn't have a shell of a building to inhabit anymore.
He doesn't know what will happen to Sypha inside the castle if something happens to it. ]
Leave! [ He slams the door shit as he speaks, hoping that that'll be enough to indicate to the castle that he's talking to it and not to the people outside. Despite all appearances. God, he hopes that the castle understands his less-than-perfect English. ] Go somewhere else! [ And then, narrowing his eyes at the nearest man, the one holding the torch- ]
-We'll find you, wherever you go. When you think you're safe.
[ How to threaten a crowd and communicate an escape plan to a castle at the same time, a tutorial by Trevor Belmont. ]
Alucard's always looked like his mother. He used to take pride in it, but now? Oh. Oh, that's a horror to hear, and his instinct is to transform into a wolf. Tear out throats, because he isn't his mother. He'll defend himself, even if there's no point in life right now. He's...
Sypha. They still have to find Sypha.
Leave! and the ground beneath them both rumbles. The castle's replied, and oh, oh it's moving. It has Sypha in it and it will go.
But that seems to have solved the problem, and the smoke clears just enough for Alucard to skulk behind trevor. Gold eyes peering out of the dark. Saying nothing, because Trevor said not to.]
[ The problem with disguising your instructions to the castle as a weirdly worded threat, especially in the context of that threat being followed by the ground rumbling ominously, is that you're not going to get very far afterward trying to play nice. Which leaves one really awful, very regrettable, not very good option.
The crowd murmurs, reconsidering who the witch might be. Oh, they were expecting a woman. That's why just a little smoke in their eyes led to them mistaking Alucard for one. But Trevor is the one whose yelling made the earth actually shake.
The man with the torch backs away, so fast that he falls backward and scrambles on his and buttocks. ]
Right. Yes. I did the shaking. [ His English is so good okay. ] If you leave, now, I won't do it again. Otherwise-
[ He's interrupted by a shot, and a girl in too many skirts to effectively do anything is thrown back by the impact of using the gun she's carrying. Trevor is knocked back, too, by the force of it. He hisses out air through gritted teeth and grabs Alucard by the throat. There's the smell of blood on the air. It's hard to process where exactly he's been shot, hard to process anything other than the sudden pain. ] -shit, else you'll all disappear, just like her.
[ He can't communicate his plan any further than 'disappear'. Mist. Please tell him that you can do mist, Alucard. He really, really needs to convince these people that he can make people vanish if he wants to scare them off without getting shot at anymore. ]
[Everything is happening too fast. Alucard wants to scream or tear throats out, but Trevor? If he doesn't have a plan he at least has the sketch of one in his head, and Alucard has to trust him to take lead. There's no other way about it.
So even with the scent of blood in the air (fuck. Fuck, he's hungry) he lets Trevor keep going. Looks terrified, but then Trevor has him by the throat and--
--he can't do mist. The wolf is a risk. And so with a squeak, Alucard is a bat.
A bat flying away, but only so far as he needs to. The Belmont has to leave too. That's the rule. He'll do whatever's required to prevent another witch burning.]
[ Okay, so maybe dhampirs don't do mist. Good to know. But the air is full of smoke. Hopefully the bat is close enough to vanishing that there's no clear difference. He gestures at the empty space where Alucard was. ]
So. The lot of you fired one shot, and I got rid of one person. [ It hurts less if he breathes shallowly. He can keep this act up a little longer. ] The what the fuck do you think will happen if someone fires a second?
[ The woman with the gun stands again, taking aim once more, but a man near her pushes her arm down and snatches her pistol away. That's all he needed. He doesn't need to scare the shit out of all of them. Just enough of them that the group turns on each other. It's the same awful manipulation he hates others for doing, but it's survival. ]
Right. We don't need to find out, do we? You get away from here, now, and you only have to see me again in your nightmares.
[ Please make them go. Please make them go, before his legs give out. A few ran when the castle shook the earth. A few more gather around the woman now and leave under the pretense of 'getting the poor girl somewhere safer'. It's enough. The group disperses, and Trevor holds on until the last is a little way up the road before moving the the far side of the cottage and falling to lean against one of the chicken coops, clutching one side below his ribs, breath coming in and out in pained, shuddering bursts. ]
[The bat has simply hung onto one of the chicken coops, watching. Waiting to enter the fray if needed, but the crowd goes. It takes an eternity, but they go, muttering and defeated for now.
They have until nightfall to leave. A matter made more complicated by Trevor's injury, and at that, Alucard flies over. Flies over and becomes a man again, his nostrils flaring dangerously.]
Belmont?
[There's a hand on Trevor' shoulder and Alucard bends down, all cold confidence only because one of them has to be confident for the other's sake.]
[ That's it, the last of his bravado. None left. It takes him a few seconds to remove his hand from his side, but he does. The puncture is low enough, at least, that the lack of punctured-intestine-smell means that it's probably been polite enough to be survivable. No exit wound. Survivable or not, it's still a bullet hole, and that's not a pleasant thing to happen. ]
Hurts.
[ He says it as if it's useful medical information. ]
Didn't really think that one through, did I? No idea where it might have gone.
[ The horror of the whole mess is finally starting to sink in, but he rests his hand on top of Alucard's. He's not alone, this time. Nobody died, this time. The cottage is much more on fire than it probably ought to be, but he's not alone, and that makes everything different. It hurts, shit it hurts, and his voice is still weak, but he's not alone this time. ]
Can you- I don't know. Feel it, or something? I don't know how castles work.
[ They're in a laboratory, and it looks as if a hurricane has torn through half of it. Tables are reduced to splinters, bookshelves smashed and their contents torn and scorched. What was once probably very elaborate, precise equipment now just broken glass and twisted metal on the floor.
And then the chaos ends, in one particular section. Lisa's books are left untouched. Her own equipment is still whole - recently polished, even. Her chair by the bookshelves is so untouched by the chaos that not even a splinter of wood or a fragment of torn paper has dirtied it, and its cushions have been fluffed recently.
Juliet says nothing, which is uncommon for her. She always has something to say about everything, and often a few sentences more than needs to be said to communicate. But now, now she just tugs at Alucard's arm and then reaches up, pulling his face down against her shoulder, burying it in her hair and collar so he doesn't have to see any more of this.
She'll start talking again in a moment or so, suggest that he become a bat so she can carry him through without him seeing anything more. But for now she says nothing. ]
[ It's similar, the texture of it. Thick and rough and maybe not washed as recently as it ought to have been, with tiny missed bits of leaves still there in it. Trevor reaches his free hand up unsteadily. He can't quite manage the precision of movement needed to stroke Alucard's hair, but he just about manages letting his hand flop down on the top of his head. ]
We're not dead. [ He confirms, because that's the only true, positive thing that could be said about this. ]
Away from the road. It's about a quarter-mile, but there's a bit of land that's no good for farming. Shouldn't- [ Shit, talking hurts. ] -shouldn't be anyone there.
[ As for what'll happen if the castle comes here without a building to inhabit, that's going to have to be something they figure out as they go along. He needs to go somewhere to treat this thing, and anywhere nearby has suddenly become wildly unsafe. ]
[It's the worst of the flashbacks so far. The broken glass. The feeling of just barely surviving. All of it. And that Trevor's hair may as well be his great-aunt's does nothing to help.
The dhampir is as still as the grave, unable to move. Caught between two times, screaming at both in terror for very different reasons.
We're not dead.]
Okay. [He breathes out. Centering himself. Returning to the present.] We'll go there.
[ It's still unsteady, the way he moves his arms, and he has to move them one at a time. But he gets them around Alucard's neck, holding on as tightly as he can manage.
And it's- strange. More than most things so far. The moment was too panicked before, in the burning cottage, to appreciate the fact that this coffin man, the man he's been dragging around with him all his life, is alive. Alive and real and dragging him around in turn.
He doesn't know how to feel about being protected, but it seems. Nice. He's got a hole in him and he's bleeding and fuck if he's going to have anything close to a peaceful sleep for the next month no matter how much he drinks. And yet it's nice, to know that he can be at least a little weak right now, if only physically. ]
You're looking for a stream - you don't need to cross it. [ Alucard has already crossed water. That was very much a thing he did. They were in a boat. But still. ] Follow it until everything gets really fucking overgrown.
[Alucard takes Trevor's weight all too easily. It's like carrying a little sack of grapes if he's being honest, and as he walks forward?
No. He can't imagine what it'd be like, walking away from a burning wreck. Someone in his arms, gloriously alive instead of all the variations on the other option. He has to stay focused and in the moment. Eyes ahead. Ignoring the scent of blood in the air.]
I can cross streams, Belmont.
[The tone is soft. Chiding. And so Alucard keeps moving them both, to the stream. Along to the undergrowth.]
Keep talking to me, so I know you're not passed out of blood loss.
[ Hey, last time he made an assumption about what you could do it almost ended badly. ]
I don't know what the fuck to say. I- [ How does one make small talk. He tries to come up with topics that aren't awful or related to drinking or- anything like that. And it's a combination of the lack of things to say that aren't awful and the dizziness from blood loss that leads to- ]
Have you seen her, whenever she gets a blanket, or the cloak, or anything? [ He laughs, then regrets it. It's fond and also fucking painful. ] Like a caterpillar, if instead of turning into butterflies they just got morning hair.
Dunno. I just wanted someone to agree with me that her hair looks ridiculous first thing in the morning.
[ Trevor nobody in this party is immune to morning hair. ]
It’s nice, this. Except for the bullet. Been doing this shit on my own for so long, I forgot that sometimes people wrap themselves up in blankets weird and it makes all of this worth it.
It's fine. [Alucard's voice is soft, trying to be soothing instead and--
--the wind picks up. Slow at first and then wildly, tree branches flying. Rocks coming soon after. The ground rumbling, furious and cracking and heralding something terrible.
For the first time, the castle appears as itself. It is jet black, the spires crumbling. Wearing it's age, and yet even then, it imposes.
[ Familiar, in a way nothing should ever be. In a way that it wasn't whn it was the abbey or the cottage. It doesn't feel like returning to a long-lost home, that's not even close to what this edifice is, but the strength of it is the same. The sense of calling. It's the end of a nine-century journey, the culmination of a quest that's lasted more lifetimes then he's lived years or scars. ]
-that's what it looks like, without the mask on. Fuck. [ For a second, he's forgotten the lump of metal lodged in his side. Forgotten that they need to find blood for the vampire. Forgotten everything but the thing looming over them. ]
[That's all Alucard says before walking through the door. It is good, seeing the castle again even if it is ailing. It is home, far better than the masks it wore. And as it is home, the entrance is a little grander. A little warmer. A wing has manifested, and it has a kitchen.
So the kitchen is where Alucard carries Trevor to, knowing that it's the only operating theatre available to them now.]
I'll have to get supplies before I try to remove the bullet. What I'll do is place you down on the kitchen table, and then go get what's needed. Promise me that you'll stay awake.
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This is familiar. The smell of smoke, the crowd of people. The cold, dead body next to him as it all happens. There are more shouts. Jeers. Calls of 'that's her, with the frenchman' that send Trevor looking around for Sypha before he realises that there's just smoke in their eyes and it's Alucard they mean. ]
She's- shit, she's in the- [ He swallows, and the air is already thick enough with smoke that it burns. The thatch is damp, producing a horrible, choking amount of the stuff. He doesn't know what the fire will do to the castle. He doesn't know what will happen if it doesn't have a shell of a building to inhabit anymore.
He doesn't know what will happen to Sypha inside the castle if something happens to it. ]
Leave! [ He slams the door shit as he speaks, hoping that that'll be enough to indicate to the castle that he's talking to it and not to the people outside. Despite all appearances. God, he hopes that the castle understands his less-than-perfect English. ] Go somewhere else! [ And then, narrowing his eyes at the nearest man, the one holding the torch- ]
-We'll find you, wherever you go. When you think you're safe.
[ How to threaten a crowd and communicate an escape plan to a castle at the same time, a tutorial by Trevor Belmont. ]
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Fuck.
Alucard's always looked like his mother. He used to take pride in it, but now? Oh. Oh, that's a horror to hear, and his instinct is to transform into a wolf. Tear out throats, because he isn't his mother. He'll defend himself, even if there's no point in life right now. He's...
Sypha. They still have to find Sypha.
Leave! and the ground beneath them both rumbles. The castle's replied, and oh, oh it's moving. It has Sypha in it and it will go.
But that seems to have solved the problem, and the smoke clears just enough for Alucard to skulk behind trevor. Gold eyes peering out of the dark. Saying nothing, because Trevor said not to.]
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The crowd murmurs, reconsidering who the witch might be. Oh, they were expecting a woman. That's why just a little smoke in their eyes led to them mistaking Alucard for one. But Trevor is the one whose yelling made the earth actually shake.
The man with the torch backs away, so fast that he falls backward and scrambles on his and buttocks. ]
Right. Yes. I did the shaking. [ His English is so good okay. ] If you leave, now, I won't do it again. Otherwise-
[ He's interrupted by a shot, and a girl in too many skirts to effectively do anything is thrown back by the impact of using the gun she's carrying. Trevor is knocked back, too, by the force of it. He hisses out air through gritted teeth and grabs Alucard by the throat. There's the smell of blood on the air. It's hard to process where exactly he's been shot, hard to process anything other than the sudden pain. ] -shit, else you'll all disappear, just like her.
[ He can't communicate his plan any further than 'disappear'. Mist. Please tell him that you can do mist, Alucard. He really, really needs to convince these people that he can make people vanish if he wants to scare them off without getting shot at anymore. ]
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So even with the scent of blood in the air (fuck. Fuck, he's hungry) he lets Trevor keep going. Looks terrified, but then Trevor has him by the throat and--
--he can't do mist. The wolf is a risk. And so with a squeak, Alucard is a bat.
A bat flying away, but only so far as he needs to. The Belmont has to leave too. That's the rule. He'll do whatever's required to prevent another witch burning.]
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So. The lot of you fired one shot, and I got rid of one person. [ It hurts less if he breathes shallowly. He can keep this act up a little longer. ] The what the fuck do you think will happen if someone fires a second?
[ The woman with the gun stands again, taking aim once more, but a man near her pushes her arm down and snatches her pistol away. That's all he needed. He doesn't need to scare the shit out of all of them. Just enough of them that the group turns on each other. It's the same awful manipulation he hates others for doing, but it's survival. ]
Right. We don't need to find out, do we? You get away from here, now, and you only have to see me again in your nightmares.
[ Please make them go. Please make them go, before his legs give out. A few ran when the castle shook the earth. A few more gather around the woman now and leave under the pretense of 'getting the poor girl somewhere safer'. It's enough. The group disperses, and Trevor holds on until the last is a little way up the road before moving the the far side of the cottage and falling to lean against one of the chicken coops, clutching one side below his ribs, breath coming in and out in pained, shuddering bursts. ]
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They have until nightfall to leave. A matter made more complicated by Trevor's injury, and at that, Alucard flies over. Flies over and becomes a man again, his nostrils flaring dangerously.]
Belmont?
[There's a hand on Trevor' shoulder and Alucard bends down, all cold confidence only because one of them has to be confident for the other's sake.]
Let me take a look.
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[ That's it, the last of his bravado. None left. It takes him a few seconds to remove his hand from his side, but he does. The puncture is low enough, at least, that the lack of punctured-intestine-smell means that it's probably been polite enough to be survivable. No exit wound. Survivable or not, it's still a bullet hole, and that's not a pleasant thing to happen. ]
Hurts.
[ He says it as if it's useful medical information. ]
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[Alucard moves his own hand to cover the wound. Applies pressure as carefully as he can.]
I'm going to carry you. You can't be walking on a wound like that.
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[ The horror of the whole mess is finally starting to sink in, but he rests his hand on top of Alucard's. He's not alone, this time. Nobody died, this time. The cottage is much more on fire than it probably ought to be, but he's not alone, and that makes everything different. It hurts, shit it hurts, and his voice is still weak, but he's not alone this time. ]
Can you- I don't know. Feel it, or something? I don't know how castles work.
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[It isn't fine. Alucard's mind is thinking of centuries ago, and it's a miracle he's managing sentences right now.
With Trevor's hand on his. Alucard leans over, and his face buries in Trevor's hair for a moment. He takes it, gathering himself. Deep breaths.]
No. Is there a field near by? It'll be easier to ask it to come to us, then have it carry all of us away.
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And then the chaos ends, in one particular section. Lisa's books are left untouched. Her own equipment is still whole - recently polished, even. Her chair by the bookshelves is so untouched by the chaos that not even a splinter of wood or a fragment of torn paper has dirtied it, and its cushions have been fluffed recently.
Juliet says nothing, which is uncommon for her. She always has something to say about everything, and often a few sentences more than needs to be said to communicate. But now, now she just tugs at Alucard's arm and then reaches up, pulling his face down against her shoulder, burying it in her hair and collar so he doesn't have to see any more of this.
She'll start talking again in a moment or so, suggest that he become a bat so she can carry him through without him seeing anything more. But for now she says nothing. ]
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We're not dead. [ He confirms, because that's the only true, positive thing that could be said about this. ]
Away from the road. It's about a quarter-mile, but there's a bit of land that's no good for farming. Shouldn't- [ Shit, talking hurts. ] -shouldn't be anyone there.
[ As for what'll happen if the castle comes here without a building to inhabit, that's going to have to be something they figure out as they go along. He needs to go somewhere to treat this thing, and anywhere nearby has suddenly become wildly unsafe. ]
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The dhampir is as still as the grave, unable to move. Caught between two times, screaming at both in terror for very different reasons.
We're not dead.]
Okay. [He breathes out. Centering himself. Returning to the present.] We'll go there.
[They have to move. That's good.]
Put your arms around my neck.
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[ It's still unsteady, the way he moves his arms, and he has to move them one at a time. But he gets them around Alucard's neck, holding on as tightly as he can manage.
And it's- strange. More than most things so far. The moment was too panicked before, in the burning cottage, to appreciate the fact that this coffin man, the man he's been dragging around with him all his life, is alive. Alive and real and dragging him around in turn.
He doesn't know how to feel about being protected, but it seems. Nice. He's got a hole in him and he's bleeding and fuck if he's going to have anything close to a peaceful sleep for the next month no matter how much he drinks. And yet it's nice, to know that he can be at least a little weak right now, if only physically. ]
You're looking for a stream - you don't need to cross it. [ Alucard has already crossed water. That was very much a thing he did. They were in a boat. But still. ] Follow it until everything gets really fucking overgrown.
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No. He can't imagine what it'd be like, walking away from a burning wreck. Someone in his arms, gloriously alive instead of all the variations on the other option. He has to stay focused and in the moment. Eyes ahead. Ignoring the scent of blood in the air.]
I can cross streams, Belmont.
[The tone is soft. Chiding. And so Alucard keeps moving them both, to the stream. Along to the undergrowth.]
Keep talking to me, so I know you're not passed out of blood loss.
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[ Hey, last time he made an assumption about what you could do it almost ended badly. ]
I don't know what the fuck to say. I- [ How does one make small talk. He tries to come up with topics that aren't awful or related to drinking or- anything like that. And it's a combination of the lack of things to say that aren't awful and the dizziness from blood loss that leads to- ]
Have you seen her, whenever she gets a blanket, or the cloak, or anything? [ He laughs, then regrets it. It's fond and also fucking painful. ] Like a caterpillar, if instead of turning into butterflies they just got morning hair.
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[That much isn't a lie. Alucard keeps moving, listening.]
You like her, don't you?
[Alucard's figured out that much. He keeps them moving, listening to the running water.
Nothing is overgrown enough yet.]
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[ Trevor nobody in this party is immune to morning hair. ]
It’s nice, this. Except for the bullet. Been doing this shit on my own for so long, I forgot that sometimes people wrap themselves up in blankets weird and it makes all of this worth it.
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[It's worse Trevor.]
At the risk of sentiment, you're not currently alone. Although I don't like all the blood in the air.
[There he said it.]
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[ Wait shit what. ]
Shit. You’re not going to go into some sort of blood frenzy, are you?
[ KIND OF A RUDE QUESTION. ] Or- shit. Do you need- Have we been starving you?
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[For a moment, Alucard bounces Trevor, shifting the distribution of weight. And there they are. The stream. It's overgrown and--]
Okay. I'm going to put you down for a moment.
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Well shit. If I'd known about an hour ago-
[ He can't really offer much blood right now other than what he's losing already. ]
-Can't do much about that for a couple days, now, unless you want to wring out my tunic to get all the blood that's got into that.
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--the wind picks up. Slow at first and then wildly, tree branches flying. Rocks coming soon after. The ground rumbling, furious and cracking and heralding something terrible.
For the first time, the castle appears as itself. It is jet black, the spires crumbling. Wearing it's age, and yet even then, it imposes.
Alucard breathes out. Nudges Trevor gently.]
Ready?
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[ Familiar, in a way nothing should ever be. In a way that it wasn't whn it was the abbey or the cottage. It doesn't feel like returning to a long-lost home, that's not even close to what this edifice is, but the strength of it is the same. The sense of calling. It's the end of a nine-century journey, the culmination of a quest that's lasted more lifetimes then he's lived years or scars. ]
-that's what it looks like, without the mask on. Fuck. [ For a second, he's forgotten the lump of metal lodged in his side. Forgotten that they need to find blood for the vampire. Forgotten everything but the thing looming over them. ]
Yeah. Ready.
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[That's all Alucard says before walking through the door. It is good, seeing the castle again even if it is ailing. It is home, far better than the masks it wore. And as it is home, the entrance is a little grander. A little warmer. A wing has manifested, and it has a kitchen.
So the kitchen is where Alucard carries Trevor to, knowing that it's the only operating theatre available to them now.]
I'll have to get supplies before I try to remove the bullet. What I'll do is place you down on the kitchen table, and then go get what's needed. Promise me that you'll stay awake.
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