[ She raises her hand to the spinning heart, letting its edges graze her fingertips. ]
It knows so much, things that nobody else in the world knows. I'd rather not be a castle forever, but I can't let that sort of knowledge die and do nothing.
[ The attack has left them all worse off than they were before, in one way or another. Sypha's hands move over the kitchen table and her eyes narrow in concentration as she searches herself for a more suitable- there, there's a guest room there. The table vanishes, replaced with a bed. She's just patching the castle together in whatever order is convenient right now. It can put itself right later. ]
-they don't like the sun. So they're more active in the winter. I thought all of them hibernated, but once I started observing them some of them seemed like they were moving from place to place throughout the year.
[ She spins the globe again, taking all of it in. Someone has just had northern and southern hemispheres explained to her by a dhampir, and it's set her off on a whole journey of babbling about her monster studies. ]
So if it becomes summer here in Wallachia, then it would be winter on the other side? So maybe that's where they go, when the nights get so short that they don't have time to hunt.
[ Another few spins, and then she moves her hand backward. It slots easily into Alucard's. The globe keeps spinning for a little while longer before coming to a stop. ]
I'm going to find out. I'm going to live. There's far too much I don't know for me to die here. You- you have to live, too. Live with me.
[ Trevor sleeps fitfully. But waking, waking is pleasant. He's in a warm bed. A warm, soft bed, the like he's not been in in years. The room smells like the good sort of fire, the kind that warms hands and bakes bread. Something hurts. He can ignore it.
It's only when he opens his eyes that he hisses out a profanity, scooting away from whatever the fuck that fire monster is that's decided to share his bed and predictably irritating his injury in the process. Fuck. Fuck, that hurts. ]
[If I can what? Live? Deal with the guilt that will come from this action? Something else? Alucard doesn't know. He can't respond anyway, because there are lips against his and now he's promised to live.
But with her.
So maybe he can at least deal with the grief.
Trevor stirs, and so does the wolf on his chest. The Belmont was far too cold, and like this? Alucard could hear a heartbeat. So he slept, head over Trevor's heart, until Trevor's awake and the wolf is on the floor.]
Rrfffh.
[It's a snort-snuffle, and then the wolf is Alucard again.]
It was a way to monitor your heart rate while we all rested.
Sypha is currently functioning as the castle's hearth which is incredibly literal and deeply upsetting, yes.
[He sighs, walking back over to the bed and sitting at the edge of it. Easier to whisper.]
She seems to be for now, but I don't like it much and I've no idea what an extended timeframe could do to her. It'd be better if I took on the duty, but I don't think it's safe to even attempt a transfer right now.
[ It's a problem for all sorts of reasons. The main, obvious one is that Sypha is- whatever the fuck Sypha is right now. That's not great for her, and he's worried. The less obvious one is that that means that they don't have another source of blood. Even if hers is safe to take, which is a matter all of its own, he can't ask her for more when she's already-
-fuck. He doesn't want to starve Alucard. And he knows full well that he'll need a few days at least to perform 'healthy' to the degree that either of them will be comfortable with him doing any more bleeding.
It's a lot to talk about when he's still groggy from blood loss and his side feels like a train ran into it, so instead he talks about something else, his voice taking on a warmer, teasing quality. ]
So you were actually, literally, listening to my heart.
[Alucard seems to be taking that comment seriously. At least with the way he tilts his head, making it clear he doesn't understand why it's the subject of commentary.]
[ It takes some effort, but he sits up. Everything hurts but it's good to know that he can at least manage that. By the time he manages the teasing tone is gone again and replaced with a raw sincerity. ]
But that's, uh- [ Honestly? Kind of touching. It's a lot more concern that he'd expect of anyone. But also weirdly intimate. ] -good of you. Thanks. You didn't have to give that much of a shit.
[Alucard is bad at jokes, but there's sincerity in his voice. He can't joke about something like this, not even if he tried. He only listens, and then after Trevor speaks, adds:]
It's not nothing, it's- [ You know what? This is getting way too close to An Emotion. Backing off. ] -just. Thanks.
[ Shit, try to call a guy out on acting kinda gay, accidentally call self out for the same thing. He's quiet for a while, considering that. And then considering his other concerns. The blood. ]
[When the silence settles, Alucard stills. Barely breathes, and for that it'd be so easy to assume him a statue. It's only the faint rise and fall of his chest that suggests otherwise and...
...he grimaces.]
A pint, at least. It'd be better if I took from two individuals, in truth.
[ Well. Fuck. Yeah, even he knows he can't spare that much until he's recovered at least a little. And Sypha being so thin, it'd be a lot for her alone even if she did have blood right now. He's not sure she does. ]
[ He doesn't know what blood hunger is like, but he's been hungry before. Sobbing through the ache of it hungry. Bones visible through the skin hungry. Chewing the neckline of his own shirt hungry. Staying perfectly still to last longer hungry. Blue-grey fingers with the nails peeling away hungry.
He can guess. ]
How shitty is it going to be? Would a little take the edge off, or just make it worse?
Nearest bar. There will be enough drunks coming and going that if one passes out for the evening, none will notice. And if there is a bite on the wrist, then so be it.
He looks conflicted for all of about two seconds before he punches Alucard in the mouth, gritting his teeth and twisting his hand so that Alucard's fangs dig into the meat of his palm. ]
[There's no time to react. It doesn't help that the vampire's reaction would be to just punch back, which is a fantastically stupid idea given Trevor's state.
He feels the blood in his mouth though. It's good. It's so good and his tongue moves to try and lick more from the wound and--
--fuck.
Both of Alucard's hands grab Trevor's wrist, yanking it out of his mouth. What comes next is an awful, feral hiss, the kind of noise that a vampire makes.
He took a risk there, assumed that the negative effects of just a little blood would mean Alucard would just behave and eat his god damned dinner. But he didn't. He didn't and-
Fuck, what was he thinking? He was carrying a vampire around all this time. An actual vampire, the kind that thinks nothing of just taking from people who can't protect themselves. He woke him up. He brought him here. He may well have sent him into a fucking frenzy and whatever becomes of this, whoever gets hurt, it's his fault.
He stands. It's difficult. He's unsteady and his side feels like it could collapse in on itself. But he's killed vampires drunk and beaten. Without waking Sypha, he heads out. The nearest bar, Alucard said. Which means the one full of patrons who'll know his face as a 'witch'. He'll figure that out when the time comes. ]
He flies, terrified and furious and so goddamn tired at this point, wanting to snarl and shove the world away but now? Now he's had a taste of what his body has demanded and he needs more. He's always had ways to prevent this. Safe guards. Always paid careful attention to his levels and fed accordingly, allowing him to avoid this moment.
So in the worst of the moment, Alucard gives in. There's a farmer below, napping under a tree. It'll do.
He dives down, still a bat. It's the bat that quietly bites at the man's wrist, it's the bat that takes it's share, and it's the bat the farmer wakes up to and shoes off in an absolute panic, one hand clutching the wound. It's shallow, Alucard took care not to take from a vein, and it'll heal. Alucard will leave appropriate supplies to ensure that.
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[ She raises her hand to the spinning heart, letting its edges graze her fingertips. ]
It knows so much, things that nobody else in the world knows. I'd rather not be a castle forever, but I can't let that sort of knowledge die and do nothing.
[ The attack has left them all worse off than they were before, in one way or another. Sypha's hands move over the kitchen table and her eyes narrow in concentration as she searches herself for a more suitable- there, there's a guest room there. The table vanishes, replaced with a bed. She's just patching the castle together in whatever order is convenient right now. It can put itself right later. ]
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[But he's been gone for over half of it now. Alucard wants to think about anything else, and instead the--
--well, Trevor's on a bed, so that counts as an advancement. The blankets on it are hardly moth eaten, and so Alucard tucks Trevor in carefully.]
I can move the bed closer to the fire for now. You should rest too.
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-they don't like the sun. So they're more active in the winter. I thought all of them hibernated, but once I started observing them some of them seemed like they were moving from place to place throughout the year.
[ She spins the globe again, taking all of it in. Someone has just had northern and southern hemispheres explained to her by a dhampir, and it's set her off on a whole journey of babbling about her monster studies. ]
So if it becomes summer here in Wallachia, then it would be winter on the other side? So maybe that's where they go, when the nights get so short that they don't have time to hunt.
[ Another few spins, and then she moves her hand backward. It slots easily into Alucard's. The globe keeps spinning for a little while longer before coming to a stop. ]
I'm going to find out. I'm going to live. There's far too much I don't know for me to die here. You- you have to live, too. Live with me.
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It's only when he opens his eyes that he hisses out a profanity, scooting away from whatever the fuck that fire monster is that's decided to share his bed and predictably irritating his injury in the process. Fuck. Fuck, that hurts. ]
What the shit?!
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[If I can what? Live? Deal with the guilt that will come from this action? Something else? Alucard doesn't know. He can't respond anyway, because there are lips against his and now he's promised to live.
But with her.
So maybe he can at least deal with the grief.
Trevor stirs, and so does the wolf on his chest. The Belmont was far too cold, and like this? Alucard could hear a heartbeat. So he slept, head over Trevor's heart, until Trevor's awake and the wolf is on the floor.]
Rrfffh.
[It's a snort-snuffle, and then the wolf is Alucard again.]
It was a way to monitor your heart rate while we all rested.
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[ What the fuck is that fire lady and why isn’t Alucard more concerned about her and- ]
Wait. Shit, is that her? Is she- okay?
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[He sighs, walking back over to the bed and sitting at the edge of it. Easier to whisper.]
She seems to be for now, but I don't like it much and I've no idea what an extended timeframe could do to her. It'd be better if I took on the duty, but I don't think it's safe to even attempt a transfer right now.
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[ It's a problem for all sorts of reasons. The main, obvious one is that Sypha is- whatever the fuck Sypha is right now. That's not great for her, and he's worried. The less obvious one is that that means that they don't have another source of blood. Even if hers is safe to take, which is a matter all of its own, he can't ask her for more when she's already-
-fuck. He doesn't want to starve Alucard. And he knows full well that he'll need a few days at least to perform 'healthy' to the degree that either of them will be comfortable with him doing any more bleeding.
It's a lot to talk about when he's still groggy from blood loss and his side feels like a train ran into it, so instead he talks about something else, his voice taking on a warmer, teasing quality. ]
So you were actually, literally, listening to my heart.
[ That's pretty gay, Alucard. ]
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[Alucard seems to be taking that comment seriously. At least with the way he tilts his head, making it clear he doesn't understand why it's the subject of commentary.]
We were worried that it might slow down too much.
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[ It takes some effort, but he sits up. Everything hurts but it's good to know that he can at least manage that. By the time he manages the teasing tone is gone again and replaced with a raw sincerity. ]
But that's, uh- [ Honestly? Kind of touching. It's a lot more concern that he'd expect of anyone. But also weirdly intimate. ] -good of you. Thanks. You didn't have to give that much of a shit.
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[Alucard is bad at jokes, but there's sincerity in his voice. He can't joke about something like this, not even if he tried. He only listens, and then after Trevor speaks, adds:]
It is nothing in comparison, Belmont.
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[ Shit, try to call a guy out on acting kinda gay, accidentally call self out for the same thing. He's quiet for a while, considering that. And then considering his other concerns. The blood. ]
How much are you going to need?
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...he grimaces.]
A pint, at least. It'd be better if I took from two individuals, in truth.
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[ Well. Fuck. Yeah, even he knows he can't spare that much until he's recovered at least a little. And Sypha being so thin, it'd be a lot for her alone even if she did have blood right now. He's not sure she does. ]
At once? Or would a little each day be better?
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I know.
[ He sighs. ]
A week. A week, and if you think I'm not well enough then I'll drop it until you're satisfied with my recovery.
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[It's stern. The I'm an adult tone, even though Alucard's barely Trevor's age if one truly thinks about it.]
I will find a way to deal with this. Even in a week you would be in no shape to donate even half a pint. You need that blood more than I do.
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He can guess. ]
How shitty is it going to be? Would a little take the edge off, or just make it worse?
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[Alucard rises from the bed at that.]
It shall be seen to tonight. Stop worrying.
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[ He isn't buying it. And if he did, he wouldn't like the implications of Alucard somehow finding human blood somewhere. ]
Tell me how it'll be seen to.
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He looks conflicted for all of about two seconds before he punches Alucard in the mouth, gritting his teeth and twisting his hand so that Alucard's fangs dig into the meat of his palm. ]
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He feels the blood in his mouth though. It's good. It's so good and his tongue moves to try and lick more from the wound and--
--fuck.
Both of Alucard's hands grab Trevor's wrist, yanking it out of his mouth. What comes next is an awful, feral hiss, the kind of noise that a vampire makes.
Then Alucard is a bat, and then he is gone.]
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He took a risk there, assumed that the negative effects of just a little blood would mean Alucard would just behave and eat his god damned dinner. But he didn't. He didn't and-
Fuck, what was he thinking? He was carrying a vampire around all this time. An actual vampire, the kind that thinks nothing of just taking from people who can't protect themselves. He woke him up. He brought him here. He may well have sent him into a fucking frenzy and whatever becomes of this, whoever gets hurt, it's his fault.
He stands. It's difficult. He's unsteady and his side feels like it could collapse in on itself. But he's killed vampires drunk and beaten. Without waking Sypha, he heads out. The nearest bar, Alucard said. Which means the one full of patrons who'll know his face as a 'witch'. He'll figure that out when the time comes. ]
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He flies, terrified and furious and so goddamn tired at this point, wanting to snarl and shove the world away but now? Now he's had a taste of what his body has demanded and he needs more. He's always had ways to prevent this. Safe guards. Always paid careful attention to his levels and fed accordingly, allowing him to avoid this moment.
So in the worst of the moment, Alucard gives in. There's a farmer below, napping under a tree. It'll do.
He dives down, still a bat. It's the bat that quietly bites at the man's wrist, it's the bat that takes it's share, and it's the bat the farmer wakes up to and shoes off in an absolute panic, one hand clutching the wound. It's shallow, Alucard took care not to take from a vein, and it'll heal. Alucard will leave appropriate supplies to ensure that.
But the bat flies on. He's overhead, and fuck.
Fuck, the Belmont got out of bed?!
A wolf lands at Trevor's feet.]
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