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.
[ The last thing he has left of his family. He's hunting down the last thing he has left of his family. To protect- what? People he doesn't know. People who less than a full day ago tried to kill the both of them. Who forced Sypha and the castle into their situation. Who caused all of this to happen. To protect them from maybe a few weeks of wooziness, assuming Alucard still has the sense about him not to take too much.
He doesn't care. It doesn't matter that he'd sooner Alucard's company than any of theirs, and it doesn't matter that Alucard stands to do more good than any of them will. All that matters is that there's a vampire, that there are people and that the former is taking from the latter without leave. That's all that can ever, ever matter.
He narrows his eyes at the wolf. His hand is at the whip. ]
You take- [ And he wishes his voice was steadier. It hasn't trembled like that since it broke. ] -a single fucking drop, and I'll kill you. Dracula or no.
[The wolf's eyes move from Belmont to whip back to Belmont. There's no growl. Only a quiet look that is questioning what the Belmont is really going to do.
Then he simply sits in front of Trevor, unmoving. Quiet. Watching.]
[ He lets the whip unwind, snaking across the grass, but goes no further than that. They're at a stalemate - Alucard is just watching, Trevor just waiting for Alucard to try to leave. ]
Please. Take from me. I'm a big fuck with a lot of blood. Or hang in there until we can get Sypha back to normal or- shit, we can just go to someone's house and come up with a bullshit reason why we'd need blood and a bullshit way to repay them. Just not this.
[Alucard sighs. He becomes a man again, holding Trevor's gaze.]
I've already taken care of the matter. I did not take from a vein, the man awoke and shooed my bat form away, and I am about to go find bandages and the like to leave at his door.
[ Something horrible flashes over Trevor's face, just for a moment. Disgust and hurt and betrayal and shame. And then it's gone. His breathing becomes steady, with only the occasional hitch as his side troubles him. ]
Find them, then. Leave them for him. Come back here.
Alucard narrows his eyes, but doesn't move. He expected the whip, in truth. That kind of swift and sometimes very stupid Belmont judgement that is the mark of them all. Not...not what this is.]
And how do you expect Sypha will react to that? Or have you forgotten the fact she's fused herself with my home?
[Alucard breathes out, coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.]
Never mind that you're out of bed, aggravating that injury far more than you should have. And that you ignored my comments about how a taste could trigger a frenzy and proceeded to shove your fist in my mouth!
Are you always like this or does injury and blood loss cause your plans to hit an incredible level of stupid?
[ Well no. It's a good point. But it's not one that Trevor's particularly concerned about. He moves his arm back and forth impatiently and the whip shifts along the ground like an extension of him. ]
Are you going to get those bandages or not? I'm not having a great time standing around here.
[ Fine. If he isn't going to finish his fucking bandage errand, then Trevor's sick of stalling. With a flick of his wrist, the whip is suddenly flying toward Alucard. ]
[It isn't an artful dodge. Actually, it isn't a dodge at all.
Alucard only steps back, letting the whip graze him. It'll hurt, yes, but he's dealt with this weapon before. He can anticipate the pain, and sure enough, his wrist bears the brunt of the pain.
But nothing hurts.
One couldn't tell that from Alucard's face though, as there is pain there. Pain and--]
Belmont.
[There's more weight in that surname now. It's coupled with something that's about to break.]
[ Everything is so, so distant. Everything is always distant. If it weren't for his enhanced senses there would be nothing at all.
Footsteps. The scraping of a chair. ]
Well. Fancy seeing you down here.
[ It's muffled. But then the temperature and humidity changes that tiniest little bit. The coffin's lid has been opened. The next time the voice speaks, it's clearer. ]
It's been a while since I came to visit you. I'm sorry. I've been- away from home.
[ The smell of blood. Clotted and masked by the smell of disinfectant and clean linen. Dressings changed within the last few hours. Fingers brush over Alucard's cheek, through his hair, curling a lock of it around a little finger. A laugh. Warm. Tired. So very, very tired. ]
Look at you, all whole again. The speakers looked over you while I was away, you know. It's safe to release the spell now.
[ The smells, all of them - the clotted blood and the clean linen and the disinfectant and the damp leaves and dirt under fingernails and candied hazelnuts and nothing else for whatever meal was last and wet dogs and dry dogs - all of them draw closer. There's warmth, a weight above Alucard. And as lips brush against his, everything is perfectly clear. The magic's hold loosens, begins to release him.
And then, the clearer things go, the clearer one more smell becomes. Fainter, hidden in among all the others. It's sweet in a more sinister way than the candied nuts, the horrible cloying sweetness of rot. It's there, mixed in with the blood. He could map out every capillary in her body by the smell of it alone, follow its spread. Follow it to the brain, too firmly rooted there to be moved.
The answer, the horrible answer, almost comes to him. But the body protects the mind, and the spell fortifies the body. The smells vanish. The voices vanish. The last sensation is the lips leaving his, and then there is nothing.
By the time sound returns, the voices are different. The same accents on different people. The smells of different dogs. Nobody lifts the coffin's lid. ]
[ Don't ask him questions when he's trying to kill you! Rude! He almost doesn't answer and just attacks again, but then he looks down the whip. The whip that's coiled itself harmlessly around Alucard's wrist. ]
-you knew her. Shit. You knew her.
[ The anger doesn't melt away, but something replaces it. He doesn't quite know what. ]
Let me- shit. Let me sit down. I'll kill you once you know.
How do you think my father was defeated in their time, Belmont?
[Alucard can feel the rawness of mourning threatening to take over in full. He's dodged so much of it already, mostly by circumstance. The days have been so busy that when he's slept, his mind has been quiet. Ignoring the guilt of patricide and the regret of lost love.
That goddamn spell. He could have healed without it. Maybe it wouldn't have happened. Maybe...
I don't fucking know. Apparently most of it was made up.
[ He flicks his wrist, trying to uncoil the whip from around Alucard's wrist. it resists, just for a moment, and then falls to the ground. As does he, gracelessly, letting his legs buckle under his weight and drop him butt-first into the grass. ]
She was turned. Usually the dogs catch it in time, but it started in the brain. There's no way to avert that, even now, no matter how early it's caught.
[ He places the whip in the grass. It's similar to Juliet's own. The leather slightly darker. A small rabbit etched into the handle, opposite the family crest. ]
This is what we do, if that happens. What we've always done. We prepare them when we're young and just- keep them around. I have one for myself in case the worst happens, not that there's anyone for it to be any use to.
She wants to add that you're being an idiot by the way.
[The attempt at humor falls so flat. And that's for the better, because Trevor's words gut the vampire at the core. He doesn't fall. He doesn't sit, or do anything for a long, unending moment of silence. He simply feels every inch of his body twist inside, tighter and tigether.
The brain.
How the fuck did it start in the brain?
No. Happier in ignorance.
A long exhale finally happens. When he speaks, Alucard's voice cracks.]
I know- I know it's a couple centuries late, but I'm sorry for your loss.
[ He could tell Alucard more, give him a name, but Bluebeard is well known even among humans. Even if it was a few years both before and after his time, he can investigate. Giving him Bluebeards name may as well be giving him every grisly detail. ]
I- fuck. Look, I still kind of want to kill you. But since the whip isn't fucking cooperating and I didn't bring a sword, I can't. Let me rethink that 'doing this once I'm healed up' thing?
[There's just an awful little shrug from the vampire. A noise of acknowledgement that Trevor's said something, but no real response. He has no desire to use words to reply. Or look Trevor in the eye. Or do just about anything else that isn't becoming a wolf again.
A wolf who walks in the opposite direction of Trevor.
He should, he should make sure that Trevor gets back to the castle safely before doing anything else. But grief is an all consuming thing, and it has hit like a tidal wave. He's already drowning. Better to drown alone than drag another down with him.]
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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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He doesn't care. It doesn't matter that he'd sooner Alucard's company than any of theirs, and it doesn't matter that Alucard stands to do more good than any of them will. All that matters is that there's a vampire, that there are people and that the former is taking from the latter without leave. That's all that can ever, ever matter.
He narrows his eyes at the wolf. His hand is at the whip. ]
You take- [ And he wishes his voice was steadier. It hasn't trembled like that since it broke. ] -a single fucking drop, and I'll kill you. Dracula or no.
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Then he simply sits in front of Trevor, unmoving. Quiet. Watching.]
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Please. Take from me. I'm a big fuck with a lot of blood. Or hang in there until we can get Sypha back to normal or- shit, we can just go to someone's house and come up with a bullshit reason why we'd need blood and a bullshit way to repay them. Just not this.
[ IT'S A LITTLE LATE, TREVOR. ]
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I've already taken care of the matter. I did not take from a vein, the man awoke and shooed my bat form away, and I am about to go find bandages and the like to leave at his door.
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[ Something horrible flashes over Trevor's face, just for a moment. Disgust and hurt and betrayal and shame. And then it's gone. His breathing becomes steady, with only the occasional hitch as his side troubles him. ]
Find them, then. Leave them for him. Come back here.
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Alucard narrows his eyes, but doesn't move. He expected the whip, in truth. That kind of swift and sometimes very stupid Belmont judgement that is the mark of them all. Not...not what this is.]
Belmont?
[The question is soft. Confused.]
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[ Then, flatly. ]
I'm going to kill you. Finish your business first.
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[Alucard breathes out, coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.]
Never mind that you're out of bed, aggravating that injury far more than you should have. And that you ignored my comments about how a taste could trigger a frenzy and proceeded to shove your fist in my mouth!
Are you always like this or does injury and blood loss cause your plans to hit an incredible level of stupid?
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[ He cares. About a good third of that, anyway. But he's never been one to let caring change what he does. ]
I'm giving you a chance to finish your business because the frenzy was my fault. But you could have chosen to take from me. From someone willing.
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[ Well no. It's a good point. But it's not one that Trevor's particularly concerned about. He moves his arm back and forth impatiently and the whip shifts along the ground like an extension of him. ]
Are you going to get those bandages or not? I'm not having a great time standing around here.
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[ Fine. If he isn't going to finish his fucking bandage errand, then Trevor's sick of stalling. With a flick of his wrist, the whip is suddenly flying toward Alucard. ]
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Alucard only steps back, letting the whip graze him. It'll hurt, yes, but he's dealt with this weapon before. He can anticipate the pain, and sure enough, his wrist bears the brunt of the pain.
But nothing hurts.
One couldn't tell that from Alucard's face though, as there is pain there. Pain and--]
Belmont.
[There's more weight in that surname now. It's coupled with something that's about to break.]
Your great-many-times over-Juliet. What happened?
[Alucard knows. But he needs to say it out loud.]
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Footsteps. The scraping of a chair. ]
Well. Fancy seeing you down here.
[ It's muffled. But then the temperature and humidity changes that tiniest little bit. The coffin's lid has been opened. The next time the voice speaks, it's clearer. ]
It's been a while since I came to visit you. I'm sorry. I've been- away from home.
[ The smell of blood. Clotted and masked by the smell of disinfectant and clean linen. Dressings changed within the last few hours. Fingers brush over Alucard's cheek, through his hair, curling a lock of it around a little finger. A laugh. Warm. Tired. So very, very tired. ]
Look at you, all whole again. The speakers looked over you while I was away, you know. It's safe to release the spell now.
[ The smells, all of them - the clotted blood and the clean linen and the disinfectant and the damp leaves and dirt under fingernails and candied hazelnuts and nothing else for whatever meal was last and wet dogs and dry dogs - all of them draw closer. There's warmth, a weight above Alucard. And as lips brush against his, everything is perfectly clear. The magic's hold loosens, begins to release him.
And then, the clearer things go, the clearer one more smell becomes. Fainter, hidden in among all the others. It's sweet in a more sinister way than the candied nuts, the horrible cloying sweetness of rot. It's there, mixed in with the blood. He could map out every capillary in her body by the smell of it alone, follow its spread. Follow it to the brain, too firmly rooted there to be moved.
The answer, the horrible answer, almost comes to him. But the body protects the mind, and the spell fortifies the body. The smells vanish. The voices vanish. The last sensation is the lips leaving his, and then there is nothing.
By the time sound returns, the voices are different. The same accents on different people. The smells of different dogs. Nobody lifts the coffin's lid. ]
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[ Don't ask him questions when he's trying to kill you! Rude! He almost doesn't answer and just attacks again, but then he looks down the whip. The whip that's coiled itself harmlessly around Alucard's wrist. ]
-you knew her. Shit. You knew her.
[ The anger doesn't melt away, but something replaces it. He doesn't quite know what. ]
Let me- shit. Let me sit down. I'll kill you once you know.
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[Alucard can feel the rawness of mourning threatening to take over in full. He's dodged so much of it already, mostly by circumstance. The days have been so busy that when he's slept, his mind has been quiet. Ignoring the guilt of patricide and the regret of lost love.
That goddamn spell. He could have healed without it. Maybe it wouldn't have happened. Maybe...
...fuck. Now everything hurts.]
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[ He flicks his wrist, trying to uncoil the whip from around Alucard's wrist. it resists, just for a moment, and then falls to the ground. As does he, gracelessly, letting his legs buckle under his weight and drop him butt-first into the grass. ]
She was turned. Usually the dogs catch it in time, but it started in the brain. There's no way to avert that, even now, no matter how early it's caught.
[ He places the whip in the grass. It's similar to Juliet's own. The leather slightly darker. A small rabbit etched into the handle, opposite the family crest. ]
This is what we do, if that happens. What we've always done. We prepare them when we're young and just- keep them around. I have one for myself in case the worst happens, not that there's anyone for it to be any use to.
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[The attempt at humor falls so flat. And that's for the better, because Trevor's words gut the vampire at the core. He doesn't fall. He doesn't sit, or do anything for a long, unending moment of silence. He simply feels every inch of his body twist inside, tighter and tigether.
The brain.
How the fuck did it start in the brain?
No. Happier in ignorance.
A long exhale finally happens. When he speaks, Alucard's voice cracks.]
That damned spell.
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[ He could tell Alucard more, give him a name, but Bluebeard is well known even among humans. Even if it was a few years both before and after his time, he can investigate. Giving him Bluebeards name may as well be giving him every grisly detail. ]
I- fuck. Look, I still kind of want to kill you. But since the whip isn't fucking cooperating and I didn't bring a sword, I can't. Let me rethink that 'doing this once I'm healed up' thing?
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A wolf who walks in the opposite direction of Trevor.
He should, he should make sure that Trevor gets back to the castle safely before doing anything else. But grief is an all consuming thing, and it has hit like a tidal wave. He's already drowning. Better to drown alone than drag another down with him.]
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