And you expected me to take blood from an injured man who needed it more.
[He keeps walking.]
If I wanted to wipe out an entire town, I wouldn't have helped your ancestors murder my father. If that isn't enough for your insane Belmont logic, then we will never move beyond this point.
[He's gone after that. A bat. Flying back to Sypha's bed.]
A willing man, yes! That's the only thing that matters.
[ He's just yelling at a bat now. At a bat that's flying away.
It shouldn't matter. Alucard isn't who he thought he was. He's just another person who Trevor doesn't know and whose opinion he shouldn't give a shit about. But it does. Alucard is family. The only family he has left. And to know that the only family you have is too far gone to be allowed to survive-
I wouldn't have helped your ancestors murder my father.
-oh.
He stays there, not following, waiting for Alucard to do whatever needs to be done to get this thing out of Sypha. ]
Then it erupts all at once, shuddering and shaking and all but howling. It's heart has been ripped out of one chest, and it wants to go back, back, back to the source that it knows will keep it alive.
Alucard doesn't care. He holds the heart in his hands, moves it over his chest, snarls that awful feral snarl he heard from his father in the past.]
You made a rash choice already. This is temporary.
[It's just like dragging a kicking and screaming child. That's what Alucard tells himself as he forces the rest of the castle upon himself. Takes it all to heart, and in one awful exhale, tries to force the thing to settle.]
[ Naturally, the castle being a difficult fuck, the castle manifests a coffin that is built into the floor. He couldn't drag it along if he tried. Which means they need to come back here once they find somewhere. Which means they have less time.
Sypha wakes in the morning whole and human and not nearly keen enough, in Trevor's opinion, to start wearing clothes again. He convinces her, fusses over her for the morning, but by afternoon she's impatient to leave even if she isn't really well enough to be walking around yet.
The journey to London is slower with her still recovering. It's three days instead of one with frequent breaks to make sure she's eating a little every hour or so and resting enough. But they're lucky. The spiritualist's house may not have been ungodly enough before Sypha walked into it, but it was certainly ungodly enough after. And the line doesn't run through it, but it runs close enough that static electricity gathers in Sypha's clothes and hair. She'll need to find a way to work off that excess magical energy once she's less drained - right now she probably needs all she can get - but they can figure that out later. The issue is just getting back to Alucard.
Trevor goes alone. They're short on time, and Sypha still isn't well enough to travel quickly and they don't have that much time left. It means leaving her alone in a strange city, which isn't ideal, but she has access to magic enough to hopefully defend herself.
He knocks on the coffin, because that's how you interact with coffins I guess. ]
[ The thing that approaches Alucard, stalking closer and closer, is not Dracula. It is not any part of Dracula that he has ever known. Not the loving father and not the vengeful widower. It's a thing of bones and rotting flesh and ash, the centuries-old corpse of Mathias Cronqvist animated by the grudges of all he hurt.
It moves closer, slowly, shuddering, dissolving into ash around the stake as it reaches out for Alucard.
Something peices through it, stopping a hair's bredth from Alucard before it pulls back. The wraith is lit from within for a moment. And then it burns away from the inside. Burns into ash and a single wedding ring. ]
God- oh god- please tell me I didn't hit you with that. No, you're still there. Good. That's good. I-
[ Juliet's tone drops, and her slightly pannicked babbling fades into quietness. She drags herself into the room, bloody and bruised and one arm hanging broken and useless at her side but still mostly whole. She drops the morning star, moving over to Alucard. Taking his hand with her one good one. ]
-I'm so sorry.
[ She squeezes, then lets the energy leave her. Falls to her knees in exhaustion in the ruined bedroom, extending her arm to Alucard to offer comfort. ]
This was- best for him. If he was the man she loved, if he was more than my family thought he was, he wouldn't have wanted to become this. You did him a kindness.
[In that moment Juliet reaches him, Alucard says nothing. He only takes her hand, trying not to focused on how battered and bruised she is. Or he is for that matter, for the dhampir is just as unsteady as the Belmont, shaking and terrified and so, so beyond any emotion he's experienced before.]
They're both gone.
[He whispers that, and then the memory is no more. Darkness embraces the dhampir, and oh, what a relief that is. It grows heavier as the days pass. Warmer. Safer in it's way, and Alucard is sure it is consuming him. Even as the castle tries not to. Even as it runs on it's lowest setting.
It takes effort to force the coffin lid open. Some of it is from the exhaustion, but the rest is a desire to keep away from the world.
What Trevor sees below him is a skinnier Alucard, flesh hanging from bones, cheeks thin, color all but gone. A vision of what Alucard might be like if he truly took after his father.]
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[He keeps walking.]
If I wanted to wipe out an entire town, I wouldn't have helped your ancestors murder my father. If that isn't enough for your insane Belmont logic, then we will never move beyond this point.
[He's gone after that. A bat. Flying back to Sypha's bed.]
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[ He's just yelling at a bat now. At a bat that's flying away.
It shouldn't matter. Alucard isn't who he thought he was. He's just another person who Trevor doesn't know and whose opinion he shouldn't give a shit about. But it does. Alucard is family. The only family he has left. And to know that the only family you have is too far gone to be allowed to survive-
I wouldn't have helped your ancestors murder my father.
-oh.
He stays there, not following, waiting for Alucard to do whatever needs to be done to get this thing out of Sypha. ]
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Then it erupts all at once, shuddering and shaking and all but howling. It's heart has been ripped out of one chest, and it wants to go back, back, back to the source that it knows will keep it alive.
Alucard doesn't care. He holds the heart in his hands, moves it over his chest, snarls that awful feral snarl he heard from his father in the past.]
You made a rash choice already. This is temporary.
[It's just like dragging a kicking and screaming child. That's what Alucard tells himself as he forces the rest of the castle upon himself. Takes it all to heart, and in one awful exhale, tries to force the thing to settle.]
Manifest nothing else save a coffin. I'll rest.
[They liked him better in the coffin anyway.]
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Sypha wakes in the morning whole and human and not nearly keen enough, in Trevor's opinion, to start wearing clothes again. He convinces her, fusses over her for the morning, but by afternoon she's impatient to leave even if she isn't really well enough to be walking around yet.
The journey to London is slower with her still recovering. It's three days instead of one with frequent breaks to make sure she's eating a little every hour or so and resting enough. But they're lucky. The spiritualist's house may not have been ungodly enough before Sypha walked into it, but it was certainly ungodly enough after. And the line doesn't run through it, but it runs close enough that static electricity gathers in Sypha's clothes and hair. She'll need to find a way to work off that excess magical energy once she's less drained - right now she probably needs all she can get - but they can figure that out later. The issue is just getting back to Alucard.
Trevor goes alone. They're short on time, and Sypha still isn't well enough to travel quickly and they don't have that much time left. It means leaving her alone in a strange city, which isn't ideal, but she has access to magic enough to hopefully defend herself.
He knocks on the coffin, because that's how you interact with coffins I guess. ]
WAIT SHIT THIS ONE SHOULD HAVE BEEN FIRST
It moves closer, slowly, shuddering, dissolving into ash around the stake as it reaches out for Alucard.
Something peices through it, stopping a hair's bredth from Alucard before it pulls back. The wraith is lit from within for a moment. And then it burns away from the inside. Burns into ash and a single wedding ring. ]
God- oh god- please tell me I didn't hit you with that. No, you're still there. Good. That's good. I-
[ Juliet's tone drops, and her slightly pannicked babbling fades into quietness. She drags herself into the room, bloody and bruised and one arm hanging broken and useless at her side but still mostly whole. She drops the morning star, moving over to Alucard. Taking his hand with her one good one. ]
-I'm so sorry.
[ She squeezes, then lets the energy leave her. Falls to her knees in exhaustion in the ruined bedroom, extending her arm to Alucard to offer comfort. ]
This was- best for him. If he was the man she loved, if he was more than my family thought he was, he wouldn't have wanted to become this. You did him a kindness.
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They're both gone.
[He whispers that, and then the memory is no more. Darkness embraces the dhampir, and oh, what a relief that is. It grows heavier as the days pass. Warmer. Safer in it's way, and Alucard is sure it is consuming him. Even as the castle tries not to. Even as it runs on it's lowest setting.
It takes effort to force the coffin lid open. Some of it is from the exhaustion, but the rest is a desire to keep away from the world.
What Trevor sees below him is a skinnier Alucard, flesh hanging from bones, cheeks thin, color all but gone. A vision of what Alucard might be like if he truly took after his father.]
The work is done?
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[ He looks worse. Worse than Sypha was after this long. As bad as she had been after a month. Fuck, it's a good job they left Sypha behind. ]
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[It'll be exhausting. But so be it.]
If I survive that, then the castle will graft onto whatever room or building you've chosen. Just as before. Do you have any other questions?
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[ He’s been thinking about this one a lot for the last few days now. ]
Promise you won’t do it again, and I’ll stop with the ‘killing you’ thing. Fair?
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I only ever intended to do it once.
[Which Trevor MIGHT HAVE KNOWN EARLIER but you know.]
Close the coffin lid. Should this all be managed, I will need blood. Sausage form will do.
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