[ There is no response. As always, Alucard reads to an audience of stone. As always, he receives no answer. Not until he sleeps.
His heart is racing, and the tiny precious things in his arms won’t stop wriggling and screaming and something is very, very wrong. He runs and he trips and twists in the air to land on his back and avoid hurting the screaming things in his arms and picks himself up and keeps running.
And then he sees it. Safety is a tall man in black robes with a white collar, with a soft voice and kind eyes. Safety is the man who he has said confession to for things as petty as sneezing during prayer and as damning as noticing how the smith’s daughter’s dress hangs differently from her body this month. The man who taught him to read latin. He’s too afraid to be proud, and he clings to the priest’s robes, burying his face there. The priest speaks in a soft voice, and his nephews stop wailing.
The priest leads him to the fireplace. The big one, where they burn people’s clothes when they get covered in vampire blood. It smells of roses. It always smells of roses, because that’s what you use to try to lessen the effects of the blood.
Hide here and you’ll be safe, the priest says in his soft voice, and he closes the great iron doors. ]
What did you say?
[ Trevor is above Alucard when he wakes, fleshy and whole as he ever is. ]
[Alucard, to his credit, doesn't jump when Trevor is above him. It's simply unsurprising and it feels...right...for Trevor. But then Alucard tries to remember what phase of the moon they're in. If it matters now, because at least Trevor is flesh again.
Alucard sits up slowly. Looks at him quietly, then blinks.]
Your name.
[He says the two words with all the gravity he's got.]
[ He doesn't sound entirely certain about that, but he looks up. He's noticed the tears by now, but he doesn't know why they're happening or how to make them stop. They keep falling, and somewhere behind them in the room, soft footsteps shuffle about. Cloth drags along the floor. ]
I know what's in there. And I think I know what I am. I don't know the word for it, but I know-
Moroi. [ The voice is sharp and weary, but not angry. Warm in the way that spent coals are warm. Behind Trevor stands the speaker, delicate and fleshy. ]
[Alucard places his hand on Trevor's thigh, in case he wants something else to hold. But then another voice enters the room and Alucard thinks he could be forgiven for thinking it a figment of imagination.]
A spirit that...dwells in a bear. [There's the undertone of duh and he understands. The Belmonts were accused witches and murdered. This all makes sense.]
The only question is what triggered such a thing - it isn't as if this is a natural occura--
[Wait.
There's three sets of breaths in the room.
Alucard looks over his shoulder and then nearly falls over.]
[ She stretches before sitting with them, bringing her knees up to her chest, and looks at Trevor with a soft sigh. ]
You’ve loved me for a long time, haven’t you? It just never worked, because it needed to be ‘someone’ who loved, and you never thought of yourself as someone until this very moment. And you-
[ She looks at Alucard now. ]
You could never have loved me truly enough for it to count, for the spell. You don’t know who I am, not really. We’ll be having dinner together and you’ll be making that right. [ And she smiles. ] Just in case this happens again, so you can love me properly.
[ And now she’s done claiming ownership of two boys, which was of course a matter of pressing concern. ]
[Alucard just. Sits there for a few moments. Just letting his stupid mouth hang open and trying to make sense of just about all of it. That Trevor needed to view himself as a person that...that makes sense.
As does the part where Alucard couldn't properly love Sypha because being turned into stone makes it hard.]
Wait.
[Alucard brings his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose.]
This doesn't mean the entire curse is lifted, does it? It's just most of them.
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His heart is racing, and the tiny precious things in his arms won’t stop wriggling and screaming and something is very, very wrong. He runs and he trips and twists in the air to land on his back and avoid hurting the screaming things in his arms and picks himself up and keeps running.
And then he sees it. Safety is a tall man in black robes with a white collar, with a soft voice and kind eyes. Safety is the man who he has said confession to for things as petty as sneezing during prayer and as damning as noticing how the smith’s daughter’s dress hangs differently from her body this month. The man who taught him to read latin. He’s too afraid to be proud, and he clings to the priest’s robes, burying his face there. The priest speaks in a soft voice, and his nephews stop wailing.
The priest leads him to the fireplace. The big one, where they burn people’s clothes when they get covered in vampire blood. It smells of roses. It always smells of roses, because that’s what you use to try to lessen the effects of the blood.
Hide here and you’ll be safe, the priest says in his soft voice, and he closes the great iron doors. ]
What did you say?
[ Trevor is above Alucard when he wakes, fleshy and whole as he ever is. ]
You said something. Tell me what it was.
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Alucard sits up slowly. Looks at him quietly, then blinks.]
Your name.
[He says the two words with all the gravity he's got.]
I found it. It's Trevor Christopher Belmont.
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Trevor.
[ And he repeats it. It's- it sounds familiar. Teardrops burst against the floor, but it doesn't occur to him that they're from his own eyes. ]
My name was Trevor.
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[Alucard doesn't know what to do here. So he just. Moves onto the floor next to Trevor, and sits there, so very still.]
You're here. And alive.
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[ He doesn't sound entirely certain about that, but he looks up. He's noticed the tears by now, but he doesn't know why they're happening or how to make them stop. They keep falling, and somewhere behind them in the room, soft footsteps shuffle about. Cloth drags along the floor. ]
I know what's in there. And I think I know what I am. I don't know the word for it, but I know-
Moroi. [ The voice is sharp and weary, but not angry. Warm in the way that spent coals are warm. Behind Trevor stands the speaker, delicate and fleshy. ]
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A spirit that...dwells in a bear. [There's the undertone of duh and he understands. The Belmonts were accused witches and murdered. This all makes sense.]
The only question is what triggered such a thing - it isn't as if this is a natural occura--
[Wait.
There's three sets of breaths in the room.
Alucard looks over his shoulder and then nearly falls over.]
Sypha?!
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[ She stretches before sitting with them, bringing her knees up to her chest, and looks at Trevor with a soft sigh. ]
You’ve loved me for a long time, haven’t you? It just never worked, because it needed to be ‘someone’ who loved, and you never thought of yourself as someone until this very moment. And you-
[ She looks at Alucard now. ]
You could never have loved me truly enough for it to count, for the spell. You don’t know who I am, not really. We’ll be having dinner together and you’ll be making that right. [ And she smiles. ] Just in case this happens again, so you can love me properly.
[ And now she’s done claiming ownership of two boys, which was of course a matter of pressing concern. ]
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[Alucard just. Sits there for a few moments. Just letting his stupid mouth hang open and trying to make sense of just about all of it. That Trevor needed to view himself as a person that...that makes sense.
As does the part where Alucard couldn't properly love Sypha because being turned into stone makes it hard.]
Wait.
[Alucard brings his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose.]
This doesn't mean the entire curse is lifted, does it? It's just most of them.
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[ Her face falls a little. ]
I know how to break all of this, but- another season. I want a season together, at least. Just one. I’ve barely had a chance to know you both.
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[He's...definitely going to kill the mood, but Alucard's stomach then chimes in even louder.]
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[ It’s the first Trevor’s spoken since Sypha piped up, and by the sound of it he’s just as shaken by all of this as Alucard was at first. ]
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[Fuck.]
Will you be okay alone?
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[ He raises a hand to touch the thorns. They're plant matter again instead of stone. ]
I'll be fine. I've hunted like this before. Just- need to think. I'll bring back something squishy.
[ He stands and leaves, and as he does, Sypha leans over to whisper- ]
So who's going to tell him about clothes?