Indeed, the doors to the castle are the least of all problems, for the woods surrounding the estate and the castle are laid thick with traps, some magical, some physical. It's easy for the two of them, because of course it is. They sit in perfect balance. It takes effort though, real effort, and Alucard knows every moment that another trap fails.
He uses the viewing mirror to confirm who it is slipping past his defenses.
The doors remain closed.
The doors remain closed and there are two skeletons leading up to them now, picked clean by birds and maggots and the natural elements. They remain supported in their positions by will.
The doors remain closed until Alucard is called a cockwart one too many times, but even then he puts in no appearance. They don't know the layout besides what they saw, and the castle is hardly in a good state. There's still glass on the floor.
If it wasn't for the traps, it would be fair to assume the place was abandoned, or that Alucard had indeed gotten himself a coffin to rest in. (He's working on it.)
Sypha is horrified, worried, maybe slightly in denial. He's just furious. At Alucard. At himself, for ever thinking he could trust a fucking vampire to not be a fucking vampire. They search for him, for a while, and then that proves too slow. He'll just draw him out.
If Sypha realises that he's taken the morning star from his belt, she doesn't say anything. She's been uncharacteristically quiet since the bodies, in truth. This so soon after that rotten fucking town seems to have shocked her into silence.
It's the room where Dracula died that he heads to. Because he's angry enough to go for the low blow. He slams the door with his shoulder to open it. ]
He's in the engine room. He's sat on the floor there, books stacked in a semi-circle around him. Repairing the castle seems like the smartest option right now. Get the engines un-melted and then move the castle far away into the mountains where no human can reach because the air is too thin and the peaks are too high. That's safe enough.
He's not sure what he'll do with the Hold yet. It can't remain as it is, open to the world. Everything in there, it can be used against him.
But it is still not in his nature to destroy knowledge.]
[ He doesn't go to the engine room. He doesn't go anywhere. Instead, he takes the ring from the floor and hands it to Sypha. ]
Here. Now. Or she melts it.
[ Sypha looks at him in alarm, clearly not fond of that plan but still too shocked to come up with an argument against it. It's a little horrifying, to see her have words stolen from her so completely. ]
I know you can fucking hear me, Mr. 'Animals Humping in the Undergrowth'.
[...................Shouldn't have let him in the door.
He makes his way there. Human speed. The engines aren't terribly far below that room, for the central core of the castle is condensed in case parts must be jettisoned off. The main living wing? It was around that engine room hub.
What Alucard doesn't do is walk further into the room beyond the door frame. There are only cold, furious eyes that land on the Belmont.]
This castle will be moving the moment that the engines are repaired. And I will not have anyone attempt to murder me in this house again.
[Alucard doesn't even blink at the morning star. He only holds Trevor's gaze. There's a pointed attempt to hold no emotion there, to be the ice cold thing they found below Gresit.
He manages that petite miracle. He stand his ground.]
Leave. Decide what to do with the Hold, I want no part of it or it's contents. It is a museum of death, nothing more.
[ He's hesitating. That's stupid and he knows it. Hesitating when dealing with a monster gets you killed.
So he flicks his wrist and the whip comes alive like a cruel metal snake. A long chain of silver, threatening to coil itself around Alucard at the hands of someone he might have once believed he could trust. ]
[And here they are again, aren't they? Under Gresit. To times
before, when Belmonts that walked this castle met with fangy ends.
There's no panic when his flesh burns yet a fucking gain from
Belmont weapons. Things hidden in that damn Hold. But Alucard is still
more powerful than a Belmont, and so he uses the chain's hold on him to but
yank Trevor, hopefully drawing him out of the room and into the
corridor. A narrow place. Bad for whips.
There's no words. Only furious survival instinct kicking in.]
[ And that's the problem, isn't it? They trusted him. They thought that left to his own devices he would not be a monster. Not go about stealing screaming people from nearby villages and putting them on sticks.
He growls it as Alucard drags him forward, using the momentum to get close. Trying to get the chain around his throat. ]
[Again there's no response. Just an angry noise as Alucard uses his
purchase on the chain to try and slam Trevor against the nearest corridor
wall as he finally passes out the door. It hurts. The damn thing hurts
but not as badly as the silver chains did and--
[ He hadn't forgotten that Alucard was strong, precisely. Just not factored it into the plan. Which was stupid, and he hates the part of himself that had decided that planning for Alucard fighting back was unnecessary as much as he hates any other part of this. His back hits the wall hard, then his head, and the telling push of air at his back that would normally cushion the blow in recent weeks never comes. Sypha isn't helping. She isn't even looking. She's just stood there, tiny hands balled into tight fists. ]
Is that why we did all of that? Because you wanted to start your own people on sticks collection and didn't care for the competition?
[ He recovers, though there's going to be a hell of a bruise to deal with later. For now, he still has the whip coiled around Alucard's arm. It's not ideal, but it's better than having to get it to Alucard in the first place in the narrow corridor. He tugs. He's not going to dragging Alucard across the room and slamming him into walls in the same way that the vampire can, but he can at least pull the chain tighter.
He can hurt him, and right now maybe he wants that as much as he wants answers. ]
[ The slam pulls him forward, loosening the chain again. It's like a very unpleasant game of tug of war. He flicks his wrist, loosening the chain around Alucard's arm further until he can pull it away. New plan. If Alucard isn't going to give them answers, he'll take blood instead.
He takes the star of the whip into his hand, wrapping his fist around it. If the whip won't work, he'll just get the consecrated metal to Alucard the old-fashioned way. He dashes forward, ready to- ]
We'll leave.
[ He freezes halfway to punching a vampire. Sypha finally speaks, voice small. Not looking at Alucard still. ]
Just tell us their names so we can mark the graves, and we'll leave.
[Alucard is ready for that next move. He's halfway into leaping
at Trevor when Sypha finally speaks, and...
...he almost crashes. Doesn't, he's too graceful for that, but her awful
tone is enough to snap him out of fight mode. Ground him just enough to
give the worst reply, his own tone firm and unyielding.]
They made an attempt on my life. Their names die with them.
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In which some issues with the new landscape design are had (aka post s3 coming home to GOING DAD.)
Indeed, the doors to the castle are the least of all problems, for the woods surrounding the estate and the castle are laid thick with traps, some magical, some physical. It's easy for the two of them, because of course it is. They sit in perfect balance. It takes effort though, real effort, and Alucard knows every moment that another trap fails.
He uses the viewing mirror to confirm who it is slipping past his defenses.
The doors remain closed.
The doors remain closed and there are two skeletons leading up to them now, picked clean by birds and maggots and the natural elements. They remain supported in their positions by will.
The doors remain closed until Alucard is called a cockwart one too many times, but even then he puts in no appearance. They don't know the layout besides what they saw, and the castle is hardly in a good state. There's still glass on the floor.
If it wasn't for the traps, it would be fair to assume the place was abandoned, or that Alucard had indeed gotten himself a coffin to rest in. (He's working on it.)
Night falls.
He (seemingly) isn't there.]
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Sypha is horrified, worried, maybe slightly in denial. He's just furious. At Alucard. At himself, for ever thinking he could trust a fucking vampire to not be a fucking vampire. They search for him, for a while, and then that proves too slow. He'll just draw him out.
If Sypha realises that he's taken the morning star from his belt, she doesn't say anything. She's been uncharacteristically quiet since the bodies, in truth. This so soon after that rotten fucking town seems to have shocked her into silence.
It's the room where Dracula died that he heads to. Because he's angry enough to go for the low blow. He slams the door with his shoulder to open it. ]
Get the fuck out here, bloodsucker.
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In the end?
He's in the engine room. He's sat on the floor there, books stacked in a semi-circle around him. Repairing the castle seems like the smartest option right now. Get the engines un-melted and then move the castle far away into the mountains where no human can reach because the air is too thin and the peaks are too high. That's safe enough.
He's not sure what he'll do with the Hold yet. It can't remain as it is, open to the world. Everything in there, it can be used against him.
But it is still not in his nature to destroy knowledge.]
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Here. Now. Or she melts it.
[ Sypha looks at him in alarm, clearly not fond of that plan but still too shocked to come up with an argument against it. It's a little horrifying, to see her have words stolen from her so completely. ]
I know you can fucking hear me, Mr. 'Animals Humping in the Undergrowth'.
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He makes his way there. Human speed. The engines aren't terribly far below that room, for the central core of the castle is condensed in case parts must be jettisoned off. The main living wing? It was around that engine room hub.
What Alucard doesn't do is walk further into the room beyond the door frame. There are only cold, furious eyes that land on the Belmont.]
Get out of my castle.
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And yet.
Sypha doesn't look at either of them. Her shoulders sink and she drops the ring to the floor. ]
I'm a Belmont. I come to this castle to kill monsters. The way we've always done.
[ And then? He lets the morning star unfurl, walking slowly toward Alucard. ]
Who are they, Alucard? Who have you fucking murdered?
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[Alucard doesn't even blink at the morning star. He only holds Trevor's gaze. There's a pointed attempt to hold no emotion there, to be the ice cold thing they found below Gresit.
He manages that petite miracle. He stand his ground.]
Leave. Decide what to do with the Hold, I want no part of it or it's contents. It is a museum of death, nothing more.
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[ He's hesitating. That's stupid and he knows it. Hesitating when dealing with a monster gets you killed.
So he flicks his wrist and the whip comes alive like a cruel metal snake. A long chain of silver, threatening to coil itself around Alucard at the hands of someone he might have once believed he could trust. ]
Who the fuck are they? What have you done?
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[And here they are again, aren't they? Under Gresit. To times before, when Belmonts that walked this castle met with fangy ends.
There's no panic when his flesh burns yet a fucking gain from Belmont weapons. Things hidden in that damn Hold. But Alucard is still more powerful than a Belmont, and so he uses the chain's hold on him to but yank Trevor, hopefully drawing him out of the room and into the corridor. A narrow place. Bad for whips.
There's no words. Only furious survival instinct kicking in.]
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[ And that's the problem, isn't it? They trusted him. They thought that left to his own devices he would not be a monster. Not go about stealing screaming people from nearby villages and putting them on sticks.
He growls it as Alucard drags him forward, using the momentum to get close. Trying to get the chain around his throat. ]
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[Again there's no response. Just an angry noise as Alucard uses his purchase on the chain to try and slam Trevor against the nearest corridor wall as he finally passes out the door. It hurts. The damn thing hurts but not as badly as the silver chains did and--
--fuck.
The memory just spurs him on.]
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Is that why we did all of that? Because you wanted to start your own people on sticks collection and didn't care for the competition?
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[Finally that summons words.]
Shut up.
[They're spat out with a new level of fury Alucard's never unleashed at Trevor.]
I've already explained myself. You didn't care to listen.
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[ He recovers, though there's going to be a hell of a bruise to deal with later. For now, he still has the whip coiled around Alucard's arm. It's not ideal, but it's better than having to get it to Alucard in the first place in the narrow corridor. He tugs. He's not going to dragging Alucard across the room and slamming him into walls in the same way that the vampire can, but he can at least pull the chain tighter.
He can hurt him, and right now maybe he wants that as much as he wants answers. ]
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It's hardly my fault that you don't listen.
[Part of Alucard's hindbrain clocks that Sypha? She hasn't said anything. Done anything. Normally by now she stops their stupidity.
But he's still chained. In pain. And so Alucard slams his entire arm against the wall, looking to break the tension on the chain.]
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He takes the star of the whip into his hand, wrapping his fist around it. If the whip won't work, he'll just get the consecrated metal to Alucard the old-fashioned way. He dashes forward, ready to- ]
We'll leave.
[ He freezes halfway to punching a vampire. Sypha finally speaks, voice small. Not looking at Alucard still. ]
Just tell us their names so we can mark the graves, and we'll leave.
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[Alucard is ready for that next move. He's halfway into leaping at Trevor when Sypha finally speaks, and...
...he almost crashes. Doesn't, he's too graceful for that, but her awful tone is enough to snap him out of fight mode. Ground him just enough to give the worst reply, his own tone firm and unyielding.]
They made an attempt on my life. Their names die with them.
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[ -maybe it doesn't matter what they thought. They were wrong. He was no better than the night horde after all. ]
We have to bury them. This is wrong. Too cruel, no matter what happened.
Please, Alucard. Just this one thing, for the person we thought you were. And then we'll leave you.
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I thought I would ward this entire part of Wallachia with ample means for people to turn back.
[He both is and isn't defending what he's done. Guess how much he cares.]
You don't have to do anything. You weren't here. Stop acting as if coming back here was a priority.
[He doesn't care. He doesn't.
He walks past Trevor. A last sign of trust - he turns his back to them both.]
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[ Flatly. Yeah. The traps. That was a thing. He doesn't attack Alucard while his back's turned, but he doesn't return the morning star to his belt. ]
...and neither of us said a word about coming back here being a priority. It wasn't.
[ Is someone projecting, vampire? ]
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So don't linger. Refresh your supplies from the kitchen and be on your ways.
[He's sure that he's far enough down the corridor now that he's out of range of the whip. Sypha? Less so.]
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[ He follows, the morning star dragging across the floor, but still doesn't attack. ]
Or are we special? Will you hang us from the windows maybe? Use us to decorate the hallway? Pull out our organs to have us stuffed with sawdust?
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Just go.
[Tiredness sneaks into the two simple words. Even as he keeps walking. Keeps trying to escape this conversation. Just let it end.]
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[ No. He flicks his wrist again. Not to attack, just to make the chain of the whip ring against the stone. ]
I'm a Belmont, you're a vampire who lives in this castle and puts people on sticks. You know that can only end one of two ways.
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As you are so very fond of saying, I don't care.
(He doesn't care and he uses his stupid speed to leave the corridor entirely.)
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