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Uneasy stillness, the quiet mutterings of uncertainty and building tension blanketed all of what was left of Wallachia thus far ever since Count Dracula’s army from Hell descended upon humanity. It was not a matter of if for the remaining settlements and cities but moreso of when the night hordes would come and cull the rest of humankind until not a single mortal soul was left to plague the Earth with their despicable, hypocritical nature. No one left to suffer and cause suffering. One who has endured a lifetime of invalidation and persecution may believe it for the best.
Yet, there was Trevor Belmont who found himself at the mercy of his compulsion to do what was right according to his own moral standing, much of which was brought into question by those of higher authority both in society and what might be “God’s” eyes, no less. Like a moth to the flame, he found himself drawn to saving one old man from being gutted in the back streets by clergymen. It was one step too far over the edge and he found himself toppling downwards until he reached the point of no return. Trevor Belmont was fucked. Wasn’t that the way of the Belmont clan, though?
The vampire hunter now found himself in the small square of a village that would be of no concern to Dracula had it even attempted to take up arms against the night. No, if even less than a sliver of his army visited this place, the village would be leveled effortlessly. And so no one had paid it mind thus far, though it was clear the people of this place had done what they could to increase security about their outer perimeters with extra watch and barricades in place. Poor sods. As insignificant as this village was it was deemed the last potential stop to resupply materials before they would make it to his old childhood home and so he and his other two companions had stopped their wagon there with the intention of resupply and gather intel on which way the night creatures seemed to be heading at this time. So far the hordes had made their way toward the bigger towns but that could always change if word reached Dracula and his war council.
“Oh, this world really is turning into Hell…” Trevor found himself muttering under his breath, allowing his breath the escape him on a deep exhale as he propped the side of his face into one of his hands while his elbow sat impolitely onto the table he and his traveling companions shared, just having been informed that the last of the beer the bar had to offer had been served just a couple of hours ago and they’d perhaps be restocked come next week if they were still in town by then which Trevor knew full well that the likelihood of them coming back to this place would be as if angels came flying out of his arse.
“Perhaps you should consider filling your stomach with something more substantial,” Sypha scoffed a little, full lips forming a pout as Trevor waved the waitress away after she apologized for lacking alcohol. “...Such as actual food?” Sypha added lightly, earning a slight sound from Trevor and the roll of his sharp blue eyes.
“Of course. I need to eat enough to soak up the beer enough to not feel like death the next day,” Trevor nonchalantly replied which earned an impatient glance from the Speaker who just huffed and stood from her chair, excusing herself so she could actually go get something “real” to eat. Trevor watched her go, a low chuckle escaping him, trailing off once he saw from the corner of his eye the sight of a hooded woman at another table. She was looking intently in their direction and made no movement to look away once her gaze met his own. Brow furrowed as Trevor fell into a contemplative silence before he finally spoke lowly, this time to his remaining companion, the so-called “savior” rumored to be the main instrument in what would be the downfall of their enemy, “It would appear we have someone’s undivided attention. And not the friendly kind.”
—
If one could even say that it was no short of a miracle that Jillian Lonescu had made it back to her home village in the midst of a war with genocide of humanity as the desired end result, she would take it for now. Despite the world having gone to Hell in an almost literal sense, the blonde girl’s world had been so small all of this time even after she found herself aimlessly wandering among monsters who tolerated her presence if not for the sole purpose of having another number amongst themselves. The world had been plunged into chaos, her very own having been twisted and misshapen even before Dracula had given warning to Wallechia of the destruction he would bring down upon the creatures who took away his wife. An all powerful being and yet one who still broke down in a fit of rage and desperation when facing his grief and loneliness. It made the Count no different from any other ordinary man with the difference being he had the powers and resources to be terribly dangerous as he lashed out.
Jillian could barely believe she had broken from the ranks of those who called themselves her “family”. If Dracula’s army was not to cut them down then surely they may do it to themselves eventually, squabbling amongst their own kind and anything else which so much as breathed in their general direction. She could only reluctantly watch as the company she held consumed all like a ravenous swarm, unfulfilled and always hungry. It was disgusting and yet she was assured that such was the way of her kind and she would grow to embrace it with time as so many had before her. Once she realized those she spent her days as a human being with now would hate her, stick her with sharp blades, burn her. Apparently she was destined to become so full of hate and fear as well, which bred its own unique form of hate and fear within the pit of her stomach that brewed uneasily within as she had finally willed herself to enter the front gates of what was once the place she could call home. The village that was once meant to be her final resting place.
Even if she had made it through the gates she still had not managed to will herself toward the destination she had in mind. She had believed she would not make it this far and so she had not prepared the words to say, nor what she could even do once she arrived. It had been nearly three years and she was certain that most of the village believed her to be long dead either from monsters or sickness and so it was a delicate matter indeed. As such, she had taken to drawing the hood of her cloak up in order to evade the gaze of the general public. At least until she was ready to answer a few difficult questions. If anyone would be willing to listen.
Jillian had believed she may have a moment of respite in order to settle the nerves and clear the mind before she would make her way towards… but then that stench in the air was far too distinct to ignore. A scent as chilly as the endless amount of years an ancient being could only be associated with and yet the edge of the chill was cut through by a subtle warmth, like the first rays of the rising sun at dawn. The smell was by now far too familiar to Jillian to not be mistaken for anything else other than a being similar to her. Something the wolves had warned her of, creatures who cut through their numbers with ease. Something dangerous if they chose to be. She reached up and pinched at the edge of her hood, pulling the fabric closer to her cheek as her head turned, dark eyes scanning the patrons of the tavern before her gaze narrowed upon a table of three, the woman of the three getting up to excuse herself. There could be no mistake. Perhaps she stared for far too long as one of the two remaining figures looked up and met her gaze. Dangerous but she did not falter. Eventually those piercing blue eyes looked away from her and turned to his friend, or so she assumed was a friend. Her eyes lowered down to the table before her. How was it that a being with such a scent could walk freely amongst the village while the sun was in the sky? It didn’t make sense…
Yet, there was Trevor Belmont who found himself at the mercy of his compulsion to do what was right according to his own moral standing, much of which was brought into question by those of higher authority both in society and what might be “God’s” eyes, no less. Like a moth to the flame, he found himself drawn to saving one old man from being gutted in the back streets by clergymen. It was one step too far over the edge and he found himself toppling downwards until he reached the point of no return. Trevor Belmont was fucked. Wasn’t that the way of the Belmont clan, though?
The vampire hunter now found himself in the small square of a village that would be of no concern to Dracula had it even attempted to take up arms against the night. No, if even less than a sliver of his army visited this place, the village would be leveled effortlessly. And so no one had paid it mind thus far, though it was clear the people of this place had done what they could to increase security about their outer perimeters with extra watch and barricades in place. Poor sods. As insignificant as this village was it was deemed the last potential stop to resupply materials before they would make it to his old childhood home and so he and his other two companions had stopped their wagon there with the intention of resupply and gather intel on which way the night creatures seemed to be heading at this time. So far the hordes had made their way toward the bigger towns but that could always change if word reached Dracula and his war council.
“Oh, this world really is turning into Hell…” Trevor found himself muttering under his breath, allowing his breath the escape him on a deep exhale as he propped the side of his face into one of his hands while his elbow sat impolitely onto the table he and his traveling companions shared, just having been informed that the last of the beer the bar had to offer had been served just a couple of hours ago and they’d perhaps be restocked come next week if they were still in town by then which Trevor knew full well that the likelihood of them coming back to this place would be as if angels came flying out of his arse.
“Perhaps you should consider filling your stomach with something more substantial,” Sypha scoffed a little, full lips forming a pout as Trevor waved the waitress away after she apologized for lacking alcohol. “...Such as actual food?” Sypha added lightly, earning a slight sound from Trevor and the roll of his sharp blue eyes.
“Of course. I need to eat enough to soak up the beer enough to not feel like death the next day,” Trevor nonchalantly replied which earned an impatient glance from the Speaker who just huffed and stood from her chair, excusing herself so she could actually go get something “real” to eat. Trevor watched her go, a low chuckle escaping him, trailing off once he saw from the corner of his eye the sight of a hooded woman at another table. She was looking intently in their direction and made no movement to look away once her gaze met his own. Brow furrowed as Trevor fell into a contemplative silence before he finally spoke lowly, this time to his remaining companion, the so-called “savior” rumored to be the main instrument in what would be the downfall of their enemy, “It would appear we have someone’s undivided attention. And not the friendly kind.”
—
If one could even say that it was no short of a miracle that Jillian Lonescu had made it back to her home village in the midst of a war with genocide of humanity as the desired end result, she would take it for now. Despite the world having gone to Hell in an almost literal sense, the blonde girl’s world had been so small all of this time even after she found herself aimlessly wandering among monsters who tolerated her presence if not for the sole purpose of having another number amongst themselves. The world had been plunged into chaos, her very own having been twisted and misshapen even before Dracula had given warning to Wallechia of the destruction he would bring down upon the creatures who took away his wife. An all powerful being and yet one who still broke down in a fit of rage and desperation when facing his grief and loneliness. It made the Count no different from any other ordinary man with the difference being he had the powers and resources to be terribly dangerous as he lashed out.
Jillian could barely believe she had broken from the ranks of those who called themselves her “family”. If Dracula’s army was not to cut them down then surely they may do it to themselves eventually, squabbling amongst their own kind and anything else which so much as breathed in their general direction. She could only reluctantly watch as the company she held consumed all like a ravenous swarm, unfulfilled and always hungry. It was disgusting and yet she was assured that such was the way of her kind and she would grow to embrace it with time as so many had before her. Once she realized those she spent her days as a human being with now would hate her, stick her with sharp blades, burn her. Apparently she was destined to become so full of hate and fear as well, which bred its own unique form of hate and fear within the pit of her stomach that brewed uneasily within as she had finally willed herself to enter the front gates of what was once the place she could call home. The village that was once meant to be her final resting place.
Even if she had made it through the gates she still had not managed to will herself toward the destination she had in mind. She had believed she would not make it this far and so she had not prepared the words to say, nor what she could even do once she arrived. It had been nearly three years and she was certain that most of the village believed her to be long dead either from monsters or sickness and so it was a delicate matter indeed. As such, she had taken to drawing the hood of her cloak up in order to evade the gaze of the general public. At least until she was ready to answer a few difficult questions. If anyone would be willing to listen.
Jillian had believed she may have a moment of respite in order to settle the nerves and clear the mind before she would make her way towards… but then that stench in the air was far too distinct to ignore. A scent as chilly as the endless amount of years an ancient being could only be associated with and yet the edge of the chill was cut through by a subtle warmth, like the first rays of the rising sun at dawn. The smell was by now far too familiar to Jillian to not be mistaken for anything else other than a being similar to her. Something the wolves had warned her of, creatures who cut through their numbers with ease. Something dangerous if they chose to be. She reached up and pinched at the edge of her hood, pulling the fabric closer to her cheek as her head turned, dark eyes scanning the patrons of the tavern before her gaze narrowed upon a table of three, the woman of the three getting up to excuse herself. There could be no mistake. Perhaps she stared for far too long as one of the two remaining figures looked up and met her gaze. Dangerous but she did not falter. Eventually those piercing blue eyes looked away from her and turned to his friend, or so she assumed was a friend. Her eyes lowered down to the table before her. How was it that a being with such a scent could walk freely amongst the village while the sun was in the sky? It didn’t make sense…
Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
Johann brought the gray carriage to a halt as he finally arrived in a town that looked somewhat alive, somewhat protected, by the humans within. With an easy smile, the blond man had convinced them to let him pass through, even if the eyes of the humans rested uneasily on his carriage, and the horses that led it.
Nightmares were subtle creatures, but unnerving. Marius and Sulla were no exception. Johann still felt somewhat uneasy, but Danica, the older woman who rode alongside him on the bench, had no such hesitations as she dismounted the bench when he stopped and cooed at them, “Good work, Marius, Sulla,” she reached out to touch the muzzle of Marius first, a black horse who’s mane and tail moved like smoke, and eyes glowed like dying embers, and then to Sulla, a gray horse with white mane and tail that moved similarly, and eyes more akin to the sun.
A simple lift of their lips reminded Johann of their sharp teeth as he got off the bench, and went to the door, “It’s night,” he said, and heard the lock click. He opened the door of the carriage, and offered a hand for the guest inside.
Her pale hand alighted on his, and she stepped down, an imposing figure, despite how Johann was taller than her. He never felt it as the regal vampiress stepped onto the ground and glanced around, “We’re near Gresit,” Johann said, “but reports indicate this may be the last town to rest in.”
“And I do hate resting in that carriage or camping,” Danica complained from ahead, “So please tell me we can have a room.”
“Mmm,” Lucia hummed, stroking some strands of black hair back behind an ear, “I suppose,” she’d rather keep traveling, but she knew it wore on her human companions to sleep cramped in the carriage while she drove the nightmares on, “Let’s unhook them, get them stabled,” Lucia went to the beasts, as Danica hurried off to find a stable they could rent for the night. Johann was careful in tending to Marius, the less temperamental one, while Lucia tended to Sulla. Danica soon came back with information of where they could store the nightmares, and they took them there, leaving the carriage nearby.
The nightmares would make sure no one touched it, even if they appeared ‘stabled’.
A wooden stall wasn’t going to stop them, so Lucia wasn’t concerned with anything being stolen, though she suspected people would think it. The carriage looked wealthy, and she herself wasn’t exactly dressed like a pauper, elegant burgundy dress hugging her figure. Danica was never one for such flare, but she had a respectable blue skirt and white top, while Johann was dressed as a hunter.
Light armor, and weapons aplenty, including stakes and silver bolts for his crossbow.
There was a bar that seemed to double as an inn, so the trio set out towards it, finding it buzzing with activity. Considering it was likely one of the only things to do while waiting for imminent death, that wasn’t much of a surprise.
What was a surprise, as Danica made her way towards the bar, was the appearance of golden hair amongst the crowd, and a profile too familiar to ignore.
“Adrian?”
~***~
“Would you grab me a bite as well, please, Sypha?” Alucard requested as the Speaker rose. At least he liked Sypha, and was tempted to get up and follow her, but he knew leaving Trevor on his own for even five seconds was a risk. Trevor got into trouble too easily, and without alcohol, God only knew what he would do if left alone.
Possibly steal some from a slow drinker.
Alucard was glad to have found this place to rest. One last place to feel…well, not human in, but better. They could have a bed. Food. Even a bath, before they were back on the road to the Belmont family home. Trevor knew the way, but Alucard hadn’t traveled enough to know how near or far it was.
He left that to Sypha and Trevor to know how much to pack – and at that, mostly Sypha.
She, at least, was organized, and understood travel with their cart.
Alucard did not deign it necessary to speak to Trevor, and his mind drifted, leaving the present moment as he went inward to what needed to be done. To all he was going to be losing, and only too soon – even a century would be too soon – but he couldn’t let his father destroy humanity. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t just what Lisa wouldn’t want. Alucard didn’t want it.
Humans didn’t deserve it, for their atrocious error.
Thoughts of his mother drew his gaze down, and so he was a bit startled when Trevor actually spoke again. He gave him a bit of a rueful glare, before he let his gaze follow Trevor’s, noticing the hooded woman – though her eyes were down. Hardly undivided attention. He looked back at Trevor, “An ex of yours?” he drawled, a touch of sarcasm.
Trevor couldn’t keep a relationship long enough to have an ex, Alucard was plenty sure of that. Now, an angry one night stand? Maybe.
However, he did notice then as he came back to the moment, that it wasn’t merely humans he smelled in the bar, and he tilted his head up. No – he knew that scent. ‘Wolf?’ Was it the woman? “I think that is a werewolf,” a possible threat, “be on your guard,” his father worked with werewolves, so she was a possible threat. A scout? Hard to say.
Before he could consider anything more, another familiar scent washed over him.
And then a voice.
“Adrian?”
He stiffened at his old name.
His dead name.
The voice was also a question now – friend or foe? Alucard rose from his seat and turned towards the woman who spoke, caution marring any welcoming embrace he may have offered the vampiress. “Lucia,” he spoke calmly, and let her approach without dropping the tension, “What are you doing here?” there was an edge of threat.
She stopped short, “I was looking for you, Adrian,” she answered, “if you are concerned I am seeking you for your father, perish the thought. I wanted to make sure you were all right…there was no sign of you when he…well,” best not to get into the details with humans around. She didn’t want to out Adrian as son of Dracula in a public space, “I was worried.”
Alucard’s shoulders relaxed a bit, and he let out a heavy sigh, just as Danica came by him on her way back and reached to pull him into a side hug, briefly startling him. The older woman – well, not older than Lucia, though she looked it in her late 40s – was always a warm presence, and Alucard leaned into her, “It’s good to see you all,” he murmured, and then added, “but please, no more Adrian…I am Alucard.”
Should he introduce Sypha and Trevor?
How would he introduce Trevor anyways?
Not to mention the possible werewolf threat who could now rat on him and Lucia…if Lucia wasn’t lying….
He could feel a headache, “Are you going to introduce us to your new friend?” Danica was the one to ask, of course, only seeing Trevor, blissfully unaware of Sypha.
“He’s not really a friend….” Alucard denied.
Nightmares were subtle creatures, but unnerving. Marius and Sulla were no exception. Johann still felt somewhat uneasy, but Danica, the older woman who rode alongside him on the bench, had no such hesitations as she dismounted the bench when he stopped and cooed at them, “Good work, Marius, Sulla,” she reached out to touch the muzzle of Marius first, a black horse who’s mane and tail moved like smoke, and eyes glowed like dying embers, and then to Sulla, a gray horse with white mane and tail that moved similarly, and eyes more akin to the sun.
A simple lift of their lips reminded Johann of their sharp teeth as he got off the bench, and went to the door, “It’s night,” he said, and heard the lock click. He opened the door of the carriage, and offered a hand for the guest inside.
Her pale hand alighted on his, and she stepped down, an imposing figure, despite how Johann was taller than her. He never felt it as the regal vampiress stepped onto the ground and glanced around, “We’re near Gresit,” Johann said, “but reports indicate this may be the last town to rest in.”
“And I do hate resting in that carriage or camping,” Danica complained from ahead, “So please tell me we can have a room.”
“Mmm,” Lucia hummed, stroking some strands of black hair back behind an ear, “I suppose,” she’d rather keep traveling, but she knew it wore on her human companions to sleep cramped in the carriage while she drove the nightmares on, “Let’s unhook them, get them stabled,” Lucia went to the beasts, as Danica hurried off to find a stable they could rent for the night. Johann was careful in tending to Marius, the less temperamental one, while Lucia tended to Sulla. Danica soon came back with information of where they could store the nightmares, and they took them there, leaving the carriage nearby.
The nightmares would make sure no one touched it, even if they appeared ‘stabled’.
A wooden stall wasn’t going to stop them, so Lucia wasn’t concerned with anything being stolen, though she suspected people would think it. The carriage looked wealthy, and she herself wasn’t exactly dressed like a pauper, elegant burgundy dress hugging her figure. Danica was never one for such flare, but she had a respectable blue skirt and white top, while Johann was dressed as a hunter.
Light armor, and weapons aplenty, including stakes and silver bolts for his crossbow.
There was a bar that seemed to double as an inn, so the trio set out towards it, finding it buzzing with activity. Considering it was likely one of the only things to do while waiting for imminent death, that wasn’t much of a surprise.
What was a surprise, as Danica made her way towards the bar, was the appearance of golden hair amongst the crowd, and a profile too familiar to ignore.
“Adrian?”
~***~
“Would you grab me a bite as well, please, Sypha?” Alucard requested as the Speaker rose. At least he liked Sypha, and was tempted to get up and follow her, but he knew leaving Trevor on his own for even five seconds was a risk. Trevor got into trouble too easily, and without alcohol, God only knew what he would do if left alone.
Possibly steal some from a slow drinker.
Alucard was glad to have found this place to rest. One last place to feel…well, not human in, but better. They could have a bed. Food. Even a bath, before they were back on the road to the Belmont family home. Trevor knew the way, but Alucard hadn’t traveled enough to know how near or far it was.
He left that to Sypha and Trevor to know how much to pack – and at that, mostly Sypha.
She, at least, was organized, and understood travel with their cart.
Alucard did not deign it necessary to speak to Trevor, and his mind drifted, leaving the present moment as he went inward to what needed to be done. To all he was going to be losing, and only too soon – even a century would be too soon – but he couldn’t let his father destroy humanity. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t just what Lisa wouldn’t want. Alucard didn’t want it.
Humans didn’t deserve it, for their atrocious error.
Thoughts of his mother drew his gaze down, and so he was a bit startled when Trevor actually spoke again. He gave him a bit of a rueful glare, before he let his gaze follow Trevor’s, noticing the hooded woman – though her eyes were down. Hardly undivided attention. He looked back at Trevor, “An ex of yours?” he drawled, a touch of sarcasm.
Trevor couldn’t keep a relationship long enough to have an ex, Alucard was plenty sure of that. Now, an angry one night stand? Maybe.
However, he did notice then as he came back to the moment, that it wasn’t merely humans he smelled in the bar, and he tilted his head up. No – he knew that scent. ‘Wolf?’ Was it the woman? “I think that is a werewolf,” a possible threat, “be on your guard,” his father worked with werewolves, so she was a possible threat. A scout? Hard to say.
Before he could consider anything more, another familiar scent washed over him.
And then a voice.
“Adrian?”
He stiffened at his old name.
His dead name.
The voice was also a question now – friend or foe? Alucard rose from his seat and turned towards the woman who spoke, caution marring any welcoming embrace he may have offered the vampiress. “Lucia,” he spoke calmly, and let her approach without dropping the tension, “What are you doing here?” there was an edge of threat.
She stopped short, “I was looking for you, Adrian,” she answered, “if you are concerned I am seeking you for your father, perish the thought. I wanted to make sure you were all right…there was no sign of you when he…well,” best not to get into the details with humans around. She didn’t want to out Adrian as son of Dracula in a public space, “I was worried.”
Alucard’s shoulders relaxed a bit, and he let out a heavy sigh, just as Danica came by him on her way back and reached to pull him into a side hug, briefly startling him. The older woman – well, not older than Lucia, though she looked it in her late 40s – was always a warm presence, and Alucard leaned into her, “It’s good to see you all,” he murmured, and then added, “but please, no more Adrian…I am Alucard.”
Should he introduce Sypha and Trevor?
How would he introduce Trevor anyways?
Not to mention the possible werewolf threat who could now rat on him and Lucia…if Lucia wasn’t lying….
He could feel a headache, “Are you going to introduce us to your new friend?” Danica was the one to ask, of course, only seeing Trevor, blissfully unaware of Sypha.
“He’s not really a friend….” Alucard denied.
malfortuna
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By looking at the figure crouched down in the corner one certainly wouldn’t have pinned her upon first glance as a werewolf. Typically those creatures had rather loud personalities despite the fact of being rather in the middle when it came to facing and slaying them. Trevor only hummed to himself as he looked back at her once more until a female’s voice derailed his train of thought and his hardened gaze cleared to one of a dumbfounded expression. Suddenly there were two women practically invading their personal space, addressing Alucard by the first name he had introduced himself with when they had uncovered his resting place down in the catacombs of Gresit.
And now they had proceeded to greet one another as old friends, embraces and all. Amongst the exchange the Belmont was able to pull bits and pieces of vital information from the pleasantries, most importantly the mentioning of “father”, being Dracula if they were referring to the lanky bastard who sat beside him. That was when he chose to look harder at the pair. One passed off as just an old crone and the other… there would be no mistaking the elongated incisors that were a distinct trait of the vampire. One may not see them so easily if one was not actively looking or close enough. Trevor knew, though. It was at this point in the conversation attention was turned to him and upon sighting the fangs, Trevor was already scooting his seat back and halfway out of it, hunched over with a steady look, as if a big cat ready to pounce if needed.
“Oh, no. Just because I am tolerating your presence does not mean I am going to be making nice with the whole community,” he warned, having enough sense to keep his voice down and choosing his words as carefully as he could muster. “Speaking of not really friends, for all we know you were sent by his father. By now word has probably gotten back to him about Gresit, hasn’t it…?” Assuming that they knew of the counterattack he and Sypha had led when they were in Gresit. Surely one or two of those beasts made an escape to report back to their master. Thinking all this, Trevor wore a faint sneer, awaiting their response.
Sypha by then had returned with two plates of food which were being served to patrons that day. Big eyes blinked once at the unexpected company… and of course the hostilities Trevor was throwing at them. He was always the nice one, was he not…?
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Jillian knew that they had noticed her looking their way. Her suspicions seemed correct in either one of them being something not wholly human, faces looking glum and exchanging a few words closely amongst themselves. She had never had to face a vampire before, or whatever this individual was. From what she understood, werewolves had the upper hand when it came to brute strength and speed but vampires had abilities that could circumnavigate those two things easily if practiced enough in fighting for sport or otherwise. As soon as she believed she had steeled resolve, the smell changed again and soon she felt almost suffocated by the stench of sweet perfumes and blood to the point where it was almost nauseating. She swallowed a hard lump that had formed within her throat. As cheerful as the mood was at the now overly crowded table, Jillian found herself quite the opposite, her senses making her head feel as if it were spinning.
There were now more of them. It was enough to sound the alarm within Jillian’s mind as a grim thought began to settle there. At the time she had left this village to go live amongst the werewolves, they had been preying upon other villagers as well. At least the ones who were not stricken with the sickness that had befallen their home. A few faces which had become more familiar to her over time spent together as nocturnal beasts had been whisked away, assumed to have been killed in the forests which surrounded the village. It had been a terrible time indeed. Jillian believed the village to be doing its best considering current circumstances but with two vampiric figures in their midst, surely it meant something unfortunate was about to befall her childhood home once more. Jillian curled her fingers into a fist upon her table as she heavily contemplated her next move.
Before her mind could catch up to what her body was doing, she had stood up from the table and made her way towards the lively group until she paused right when she found herself just off to one side of the table, Sypha beside her. Sypha turned her head in order to acknowledge the new visitor, mouth slowly opening but Jillian had already found her voice and was speaking as calm and carefully as she could muster despite the fact that on the inside she was screaming at herself. This was a terrible idea. Oh, she was probably going to die right here at this moment but at least she would go out trying to protect the only people in the world she could ever truly call her family. Eventually Trevor also noticed the girl who Alucard had stated was a werewolf and he glanced over, now doubly annoyed. “I will ask this politely of you only once. Please stand up and leave this village immediately,” Jillian kept her voice steady, willing herself to look slowly around at the other individuals at the table before she focused upon Lucia and Alucard, noting the smell was coming from them. “I believe we are aware of what we all are here. And if you are with Vlad Dracula, then I understand this village would be lost but if somehow you are not… I ask you to please spare these people any more misery. They have faced enough hardship as it is.”
Trevor looked at the blonde woman in silence for a tick before he placed his fingertips against his forehead, “Right. I don’t know what the fuck is going on anymore here.”
And now they had proceeded to greet one another as old friends, embraces and all. Amongst the exchange the Belmont was able to pull bits and pieces of vital information from the pleasantries, most importantly the mentioning of “father”, being Dracula if they were referring to the lanky bastard who sat beside him. That was when he chose to look harder at the pair. One passed off as just an old crone and the other… there would be no mistaking the elongated incisors that were a distinct trait of the vampire. One may not see them so easily if one was not actively looking or close enough. Trevor knew, though. It was at this point in the conversation attention was turned to him and upon sighting the fangs, Trevor was already scooting his seat back and halfway out of it, hunched over with a steady look, as if a big cat ready to pounce if needed.
“Oh, no. Just because I am tolerating your presence does not mean I am going to be making nice with the whole community,” he warned, having enough sense to keep his voice down and choosing his words as carefully as he could muster. “Speaking of not really friends, for all we know you were sent by his father. By now word has probably gotten back to him about Gresit, hasn’t it…?” Assuming that they knew of the counterattack he and Sypha had led when they were in Gresit. Surely one or two of those beasts made an escape to report back to their master. Thinking all this, Trevor wore a faint sneer, awaiting their response.
Sypha by then had returned with two plates of food which were being served to patrons that day. Big eyes blinked once at the unexpected company… and of course the hostilities Trevor was throwing at them. He was always the nice one, was he not…?
–
Jillian knew that they had noticed her looking their way. Her suspicions seemed correct in either one of them being something not wholly human, faces looking glum and exchanging a few words closely amongst themselves. She had never had to face a vampire before, or whatever this individual was. From what she understood, werewolves had the upper hand when it came to brute strength and speed but vampires had abilities that could circumnavigate those two things easily if practiced enough in fighting for sport or otherwise. As soon as she believed she had steeled resolve, the smell changed again and soon she felt almost suffocated by the stench of sweet perfumes and blood to the point where it was almost nauseating. She swallowed a hard lump that had formed within her throat. As cheerful as the mood was at the now overly crowded table, Jillian found herself quite the opposite, her senses making her head feel as if it were spinning.
There were now more of them. It was enough to sound the alarm within Jillian’s mind as a grim thought began to settle there. At the time she had left this village to go live amongst the werewolves, they had been preying upon other villagers as well. At least the ones who were not stricken with the sickness that had befallen their home. A few faces which had become more familiar to her over time spent together as nocturnal beasts had been whisked away, assumed to have been killed in the forests which surrounded the village. It had been a terrible time indeed. Jillian believed the village to be doing its best considering current circumstances but with two vampiric figures in their midst, surely it meant something unfortunate was about to befall her childhood home once more. Jillian curled her fingers into a fist upon her table as she heavily contemplated her next move.
Before her mind could catch up to what her body was doing, she had stood up from the table and made her way towards the lively group until she paused right when she found herself just off to one side of the table, Sypha beside her. Sypha turned her head in order to acknowledge the new visitor, mouth slowly opening but Jillian had already found her voice and was speaking as calm and carefully as she could muster despite the fact that on the inside she was screaming at herself. This was a terrible idea. Oh, she was probably going to die right here at this moment but at least she would go out trying to protect the only people in the world she could ever truly call her family. Eventually Trevor also noticed the girl who Alucard had stated was a werewolf and he glanced over, now doubly annoyed. “I will ask this politely of you only once. Please stand up and leave this village immediately,” Jillian kept her voice steady, willing herself to look slowly around at the other individuals at the table before she focused upon Lucia and Alucard, noting the smell was coming from them. “I believe we are aware of what we all are here. And if you are with Vlad Dracula, then I understand this village would be lost but if somehow you are not… I ask you to please spare these people any more misery. They have faced enough hardship as it is.”
Trevor looked at the blonde woman in silence for a tick before he placed his fingertips against his forehead, “Right. I don’t know what the fuck is going on anymore here.”
Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
The man had a familiar demeanor about him. When he spoke, it became clear. Alucard was traveling with a vampire hunter, and that meant he'd settled on confronting his father, and seeking violence if it was necessary. Lucia felt a pang of heartache, not at all worried by the hunter, as she gestured easily to Danica, and then Johann, “If you have concerns, you can speak to two that his father would have marked for death,” she kept her voice low, aware that the reaction of the hunter was now drawing attention.
It would only get worse when a woman joined them, and spoke loud enough to intrude…and name Dracula.
The eyes of the crowd grew sharp. Alert.
Fangs could be covered, but Lucia's eyes were unnatural.
Lucia unintentionally mimed Trevor in placing fingers to her forehead before someone stood. “Yer a bloody vampire! And you–friends with this bloodsucker?” Alucard was dragged in, as well.
Danica groaned. “There goes our room.”
Someone had sense enough, and bravery aplenty, to break a chair so they had something akin to a wooden stake, though as soon as they made an attempt to rush through the still-packed bar, Lucia stepped into a shadow and vanished.
Johann, however, tripped him and scowled, before storming outside, aware Lucia has faded back in outside and was likely on her way to the carriage, even if he couldn't see.
Alucard sighed, “Apologies, Danica,” he said softly before looking at the woman, “we meant only to rest here,” something they could no longer do, and anger brimmed just underneath the surface. Perhaps that was her intention, to make it so they had no easy place to rest. To weaken them.
He could return the favor, “I am surprised this town is safe in the hands of a werewolf. I know my father uses them to hunt humanity down, as well.” No town was truly safe, and the wave of hatred that turned on her was evident that they hadn't known.
Good.
A little petty, but now no one was sleeping. “But we shall leave.” He told her, before he turned to do just that, and catch up with Lucia.
“A wolf?”
“Oh hells, not again!” One woman cried out in anguished fear.
People began to shout for them all to leave, and began shouting to organize hunts to kill them all and chase them out – to put it all to the test.
“Alucard! Ugh!” Sypha groaned out, but then shoved her food off towards Trevor, “Hold that” she said, before she offered the woman a hand, as chaos descended, “if you are not with Dracula, we may have much to discuss…and this place is not the place for it.”
Perhaps the wolf knew a safe place. Perhaps not; they wouldn't want to endanger those who kept the wolf safe if she was an ally.
It would only get worse when a woman joined them, and spoke loud enough to intrude…and name Dracula.
The eyes of the crowd grew sharp. Alert.
Fangs could be covered, but Lucia's eyes were unnatural.
Lucia unintentionally mimed Trevor in placing fingers to her forehead before someone stood. “Yer a bloody vampire! And you–friends with this bloodsucker?” Alucard was dragged in, as well.
Danica groaned. “There goes our room.”
Someone had sense enough, and bravery aplenty, to break a chair so they had something akin to a wooden stake, though as soon as they made an attempt to rush through the still-packed bar, Lucia stepped into a shadow and vanished.
Johann, however, tripped him and scowled, before storming outside, aware Lucia has faded back in outside and was likely on her way to the carriage, even if he couldn't see.
Alucard sighed, “Apologies, Danica,” he said softly before looking at the woman, “we meant only to rest here,” something they could no longer do, and anger brimmed just underneath the surface. Perhaps that was her intention, to make it so they had no easy place to rest. To weaken them.
He could return the favor, “I am surprised this town is safe in the hands of a werewolf. I know my father uses them to hunt humanity down, as well.” No town was truly safe, and the wave of hatred that turned on her was evident that they hadn't known.
Good.
A little petty, but now no one was sleeping. “But we shall leave.” He told her, before he turned to do just that, and catch up with Lucia.
“A wolf?”
“Oh hells, not again!” One woman cried out in anguished fear.
People began to shout for them all to leave, and began shouting to organize hunts to kill them all and chase them out – to put it all to the test.
“Alucard! Ugh!” Sypha groaned out, but then shoved her food off towards Trevor, “Hold that” she said, before she offered the woman a hand, as chaos descended, “if you are not with Dracula, we may have much to discuss…and this place is not the place for it.”
Perhaps the wolf knew a safe place. Perhaps not; they wouldn't want to endanger those who kept the wolf safe if she was an ally.
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Perhaps her nerves had gotten the best of her and she had raised her voice a tick too loudly. It was enough to have one of the other tavern patrons overhear some key words in their conversation and soon enough people were out of their seats in a panicked frenzy trying to both escape and arm themselves against what was surely some kind of night creature attack.
Jillian’s expression fell, already pale features somehow growing paler as she realized her mistake but had no time to so much as utter a rebuttal nor apology before they were all shuffling from the tavern in an effort to create space between them and those who’d try striking them down.
Likewise as Johann moved to intercept the man who had created a makeshift stake, Trevor instinctively rose up and took his own chair before tossing it at another large man who decided that drawing a knife would suffice. It was honestly all the poor man had to defend himself but no one here needed to be unnecessarily cut up tonight. Backing up towards the outside, he was met with a plate of food and more shouting. As Alucard mentioned the word “werewolf” it was as if the cloth had been peeled from these people’s eyes and they did not wish to see the horrors that awaited them, screaming and running for shelter or heading towards their designated stations to retrieve weapons.
“That was certainly a clever idea,” Trebor sarcastically remarked to Alucard as by now they probably had everyone within the village ready to stick them with something sharp.
Upon having her cover blown, Jillian balked and with a frustrated sound, pulled the hood from her head so she could see better in every direction. Gray eyes shot Alucard a heavy look but she knew arguing about it was not the best thing for them at this time. She had known something like this could happen if anyone recognized her but now the situation was far worse than she had anticipated. What she did not expect, though, was the Speaker to extend an olive branch towards her. Her mind repealed with the possibilities of what their next moves would be. No, she could not return home, not unless she wished to bring the mob straight to her family’s front door. Then perhaps…
“My brother works the fields to the south during the daytime. I have a spare key to the storage house,” she explained as she took Sypha’s hand and then urged them onwards, pointing in the direction to which their destination lay. Her brother was always one to wait until the last minute to do things and as such, he would often rush and forget or lose small items in his fluster. Perhaps it was finally paying off, keeping such a thing even after all this time. Jillian proceeded to pick up a sprint and dash between the narrow space between two buildings in order to take a back path to the structure.
Trevor just sighed, grateful they had gotten their supplies before things had gone to shit. Now they had what, how many freaks with them? “...So, what?! Vampires and werewolves are flocking to this inconsequential village and neither of you are here to wreak havoc?!” If that was the case, these villagers should be counting themselves damn lucky instead of flailing for their lives.
Jillian’s expression fell, already pale features somehow growing paler as she realized her mistake but had no time to so much as utter a rebuttal nor apology before they were all shuffling from the tavern in an effort to create space between them and those who’d try striking them down.
Likewise as Johann moved to intercept the man who had created a makeshift stake, Trevor instinctively rose up and took his own chair before tossing it at another large man who decided that drawing a knife would suffice. It was honestly all the poor man had to defend himself but no one here needed to be unnecessarily cut up tonight. Backing up towards the outside, he was met with a plate of food and more shouting. As Alucard mentioned the word “werewolf” it was as if the cloth had been peeled from these people’s eyes and they did not wish to see the horrors that awaited them, screaming and running for shelter or heading towards their designated stations to retrieve weapons.
“That was certainly a clever idea,” Trebor sarcastically remarked to Alucard as by now they probably had everyone within the village ready to stick them with something sharp.
Upon having her cover blown, Jillian balked and with a frustrated sound, pulled the hood from her head so she could see better in every direction. Gray eyes shot Alucard a heavy look but she knew arguing about it was not the best thing for them at this time. She had known something like this could happen if anyone recognized her but now the situation was far worse than she had anticipated. What she did not expect, though, was the Speaker to extend an olive branch towards her. Her mind repealed with the possibilities of what their next moves would be. No, she could not return home, not unless she wished to bring the mob straight to her family’s front door. Then perhaps…
“My brother works the fields to the south during the daytime. I have a spare key to the storage house,” she explained as she took Sypha’s hand and then urged them onwards, pointing in the direction to which their destination lay. Her brother was always one to wait until the last minute to do things and as such, he would often rush and forget or lose small items in his fluster. Perhaps it was finally paying off, keeping such a thing even after all this time. Jillian proceeded to pick up a sprint and dash between the narrow space between two buildings in order to take a back path to the structure.
Trevor just sighed, grateful they had gotten their supplies before things had gone to shit. Now they had what, how many freaks with them? “...So, what?! Vampires and werewolves are flocking to this inconsequential village and neither of you are here to wreak havoc?!” If that was the case, these villagers should be counting themselves damn lucky instead of flailing for their lives.
Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
Alucard only shot Trevor a briefly irritated look as he commented on the idea. It wasn’t his best, and he would blame Trevor’s influence entirely – he had wanted the woman to feel what it was like to be singled out for existing in that moment, the way she had decided to single them out. She, who ought to already know that feeling, given she hadn’t told the village.
Sypha, it seemed, was still willing to extend a welcome to her, and Alucard felt some small relief for that. Yes, this would require a conversation – but not in there. The werewolf knew a place, and shot ahead. He glanced briefly at Danica, who only shook her head, “I’m fine,” she answered the unasked, “I can keep up.”
A brief smile flitted across his lips, and was gone immediately.
Trevor, of course, was pleased with nothing. Danica answered him, “I can’t speak for our new companion, but all Lucia was doing was seeking Adri—Alucard, sorry,” she said a bit sheepishly, though the rest of her words had been hot. Trevor’s reaction had hardly impressed her, “she was friends with his mother – and him.”
And Dracula.
That didn’t need to be said, not right now.
Killing Dracula would hurt her, too. She knew what the man could be at his death. Even Danica would mourn. Johann was a bit too fresh to the service to really know; she was fairly sure this was the first time he’d met Alucard.
What a mess.
~***~
Lucia had retreated to the stable, to prepare Marius and Sulla to move. Johann was quite a bit behind her, given she had shadow-stepped the entire way, only drifting out within the stables and cooing Latin greetings at the nightmares to calm them. They fed on her energy, and she was frazzled by that meeting.
Johann was there when she exited the stable with the beasts, and the first to speak, “Danica is with them; I’m sure she’ll get us when they’re safe,” he added, “Did you see the crest on the hunter?”
Lucia shook her head.
“Belmont.” He said it almost reverently.
“Belmont? Weren’t they all…oh, what am I saying, the Church never gets anything done right,” she laughed, shaking her head. Given one of her friends remained involved in the clergy from Rome – knew and worked with several popes – it was clear the Church really didn’t recognize evil at all times.
That, and her dear friend Valerian was stupidly rich. That happened to any vampire over a few centuries, though.
Johann pursed his lips together as yoked the nightmares to the carriage again, waiting for something more to be said. Lucia felt it, and eventually spoke, “I am not afraid of a name. I was not afraid of your name, was I, Abeleiss?”
Johann groaned, “I don’t hunt vampires as a specialty,” though he could. He knew how to deal with several beasts.
Not nightmares, though, and Sulla was looking mighty excited.
“I’ll seek them out. I’ll be back.”
Before Johann could protest, Lucia shifted to an owl, and took flight.
Sypha, it seemed, was still willing to extend a welcome to her, and Alucard felt some small relief for that. Yes, this would require a conversation – but not in there. The werewolf knew a place, and shot ahead. He glanced briefly at Danica, who only shook her head, “I’m fine,” she answered the unasked, “I can keep up.”
A brief smile flitted across his lips, and was gone immediately.
Trevor, of course, was pleased with nothing. Danica answered him, “I can’t speak for our new companion, but all Lucia was doing was seeking Adri—Alucard, sorry,” she said a bit sheepishly, though the rest of her words had been hot. Trevor’s reaction had hardly impressed her, “she was friends with his mother – and him.”
And Dracula.
That didn’t need to be said, not right now.
Killing Dracula would hurt her, too. She knew what the man could be at his death. Even Danica would mourn. Johann was a bit too fresh to the service to really know; she was fairly sure this was the first time he’d met Alucard.
What a mess.
~***~
Lucia had retreated to the stable, to prepare Marius and Sulla to move. Johann was quite a bit behind her, given she had shadow-stepped the entire way, only drifting out within the stables and cooing Latin greetings at the nightmares to calm them. They fed on her energy, and she was frazzled by that meeting.
Johann was there when she exited the stable with the beasts, and the first to speak, “Danica is with them; I’m sure she’ll get us when they’re safe,” he added, “Did you see the crest on the hunter?”
Lucia shook her head.
“Belmont.” He said it almost reverently.
“Belmont? Weren’t they all…oh, what am I saying, the Church never gets anything done right,” she laughed, shaking her head. Given one of her friends remained involved in the clergy from Rome – knew and worked with several popes – it was clear the Church really didn’t recognize evil at all times.
That, and her dear friend Valerian was stupidly rich. That happened to any vampire over a few centuries, though.
Johann pursed his lips together as yoked the nightmares to the carriage again, waiting for something more to be said. Lucia felt it, and eventually spoke, “I am not afraid of a name. I was not afraid of your name, was I, Abeleiss?”
Johann groaned, “I don’t hunt vampires as a specialty,” though he could. He knew how to deal with several beasts.
Not nightmares, though, and Sulla was looking mighty excited.
“I’ll seek them out. I’ll be back.”
Before Johann could protest, Lucia shifted to an owl, and took flight.
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As they did not know if there was about to be a whole group or “pack” of werewolves about to descend the village now that their cover had been blown, Trevor Belmont in good conscious did not feel good about leaving the woman who had more trouble keeping up with the running behind and so he chose to slow his pace enough to hear Danica chastise him for his barbs as they hurried toward the storage house. He glanced back over his shoulder to her, her words leaving him with many more questions. The stories of a prophet sleeping for decades under Gresit were not wholly the truth but it was alarming just how quickly this ‘Lucia’ had tracked Alucard down.
“You can catch me up once we’re not public enemy number one,” Trevor responded to her before he slowed enough to get behind her, ensuring he would be there to block anyone who would possibly came across them from behind. Eventually they did reach what seemed to be a large shed settled along the inside of one of the walls that made up the village’s perimeter defenses.
Jillian stopped at the door and reached into one of the little hip bags she had about her waist and dug out a brass key that she used to undo the lock on the door with a click. She shoved the door open and stepped aside, motioning with her arm for their small group to hide inside before she followed after and shut the door behind them, enveloping them in darkness with the exception of two little windows closer to the roof that showed what light the moon and stars above could offer. No human would be able to climb up from the outside and slip through but small creatures could possible land on the ledges with ease.
And then they were bathed in a faint orange glow. Jillian had found a lantern hanging beside the door and lit it, holding it up over her head slightly. In the darkness, her dark eyes seemed to catch the light of the flickering flame from the lantern and seemed to glow an off white color, looking between these unfamiliar faces once again. “You truly are not here for nefarious reasons…?” She decided to begin. By now both parties were certain to have questions.
“And you aren’t?” Trevor turned the question around on Jillian who seemed to sink her head between her shoulders a little in response.
“Fair enough… I owe you an apology, as meaningless as that is at the moment.” She hesitated. She did not know these people. She did not trust them. But in the spirit of momentary cooperation, she considered her words carefully and spoke again, “This was my village back when I was a human. I merely returned to see if I should concern myself with Dracula’s army passing through and ensuring my…” She trailed off. She didn’t even know if her family would accept her as she was now. Jillian’s gaze lowered once again. This had become more difficult than she had wished it to.
Trevor crossed his arms over his chest as he listened. She was right enough; an apology didn’t get them out of this storage house and somewhere out and far away from this village. “Well, the villagers are going to eventually find us here. Unless Alucard here can turn into a bat and flitter away to secure us an escape, we all had better start coming up with a plan of how we will fight our way out.”
“You can catch me up once we’re not public enemy number one,” Trevor responded to her before he slowed enough to get behind her, ensuring he would be there to block anyone who would possibly came across them from behind. Eventually they did reach what seemed to be a large shed settled along the inside of one of the walls that made up the village’s perimeter defenses.
Jillian stopped at the door and reached into one of the little hip bags she had about her waist and dug out a brass key that she used to undo the lock on the door with a click. She shoved the door open and stepped aside, motioning with her arm for their small group to hide inside before she followed after and shut the door behind them, enveloping them in darkness with the exception of two little windows closer to the roof that showed what light the moon and stars above could offer. No human would be able to climb up from the outside and slip through but small creatures could possible land on the ledges with ease.
And then they were bathed in a faint orange glow. Jillian had found a lantern hanging beside the door and lit it, holding it up over her head slightly. In the darkness, her dark eyes seemed to catch the light of the flickering flame from the lantern and seemed to glow an off white color, looking between these unfamiliar faces once again. “You truly are not here for nefarious reasons…?” She decided to begin. By now both parties were certain to have questions.
“And you aren’t?” Trevor turned the question around on Jillian who seemed to sink her head between her shoulders a little in response.
“Fair enough… I owe you an apology, as meaningless as that is at the moment.” She hesitated. She did not know these people. She did not trust them. But in the spirit of momentary cooperation, she considered her words carefully and spoke again, “This was my village back when I was a human. I merely returned to see if I should concern myself with Dracula’s army passing through and ensuring my…” She trailed off. She didn’t even know if her family would accept her as she was now. Jillian’s gaze lowered once again. This had become more difficult than she had wished it to.
Trevor crossed his arms over his chest as he listened. She was right enough; an apology didn’t get them out of this storage house and somewhere out and far away from this village. “Well, the villagers are going to eventually find us here. Unless Alucard here can turn into a bat and flitter away to secure us an escape, we all had better start coming up with a plan of how we will fight our way out.”
Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
Danica let her brows furrow at Trevor’s comment, but gave a firm nod, falling silent to keep up. It wasn’t easy, and she was panting by the time they made it to the storage shed. When the door shut, she looked back, worried. ‘Lucia….’ There was a chance she could make it out unnoticed, people rarely paid attention to people like her, but bringing Lucia here could spell more trouble for everyone.
Lucia was likely the first target given she truly displayed what she was. And the nightmares wouldn’t soon make friends with any humans.
Her lips were pursed as the torchlight came on, and she looked around at the motley crew. ‘What a mess….’
The werewolf was worried for her home, which was completely understandable. Sypha hummed in empathy, “It might have been better to approach us outside, but I understand. With loved ones at risk, we can all make errors.”
But it meant a fight. “I hate to agree with Trevor. We don’t want to fight here, they will set this shed on fire,” not great, “and no. I cannot fly you all away.”
“There are things called horses, have you heard of them?” eyes fell to the vampiress who ‘fell’ down from above, feathers of the owl falling around her as she landed on her feet, “the humans will not chase far from their shelter. Night creatures are too close for that,” her eyes darted over the group. “I have a carriage, it can fit four within, and three on the bench.”
“We have a cart – it has our supplies,” so in theory, they would not need to all squish into the carriage, but also they needed their supplies. “We would still be at risk in the run—”
“Better than harming frightened innocents,” Lucia said, “besides, I can cloak everyone.” With a wave of her hand, she demonstrated, the shadows cast by the flames dancing along to her movements, before completely cloaking Danica, even though she should have been illuminated by the firelight.
Alucard’s gaze widened a touch, “Ah—I forgot.” Danica returned to sight, looking a bit bashful to have been involved as the example, but she knew the feel of the shadow well. It might have startled the others.
Lucia approached the wolf, “I am Lucia Belrun, I mean no harm to your people,” she’d overheard, “if you are not working with Dracula, I will assist your escape, as well,” despite what was done, “we can discuss more regarding how far our companionships go, when we are away from the pitchforks and torches,” and there she fixed her gaze on the hunter. “Is that agreeable enough, Belmont?”
She saw the crest now, clear as day.
Sypha quickly noticed the brief glance of the vampire to Trevor’s chest. Initially, she assumed heart – and then recalled that shirt he hadn’t changed out of, and the crest. “I am Sypha Belnades – and it is agreeable enough,” she spoke up, but her gaze narrowed afterwards, “there is a lot we will need to discuss. Later.” She emphasized for Trevor.
If he wanted to go at the vampire, he could wait until they were all safer than right now.
Alucard nodded, “Agreed,” he looked to the wolf, “I can save my questions and offer answers to your own concerns, later.”
Lucia was likely the first target given she truly displayed what she was. And the nightmares wouldn’t soon make friends with any humans.
Her lips were pursed as the torchlight came on, and she looked around at the motley crew. ‘What a mess….’
The werewolf was worried for her home, which was completely understandable. Sypha hummed in empathy, “It might have been better to approach us outside, but I understand. With loved ones at risk, we can all make errors.”
But it meant a fight. “I hate to agree with Trevor. We don’t want to fight here, they will set this shed on fire,” not great, “and no. I cannot fly you all away.”
“There are things called horses, have you heard of them?” eyes fell to the vampiress who ‘fell’ down from above, feathers of the owl falling around her as she landed on her feet, “the humans will not chase far from their shelter. Night creatures are too close for that,” her eyes darted over the group. “I have a carriage, it can fit four within, and three on the bench.”
“We have a cart – it has our supplies,” so in theory, they would not need to all squish into the carriage, but also they needed their supplies. “We would still be at risk in the run—”
“Better than harming frightened innocents,” Lucia said, “besides, I can cloak everyone.” With a wave of her hand, she demonstrated, the shadows cast by the flames dancing along to her movements, before completely cloaking Danica, even though she should have been illuminated by the firelight.
Alucard’s gaze widened a touch, “Ah—I forgot.” Danica returned to sight, looking a bit bashful to have been involved as the example, but she knew the feel of the shadow well. It might have startled the others.
Lucia approached the wolf, “I am Lucia Belrun, I mean no harm to your people,” she’d overheard, “if you are not working with Dracula, I will assist your escape, as well,” despite what was done, “we can discuss more regarding how far our companionships go, when we are away from the pitchforks and torches,” and there she fixed her gaze on the hunter. “Is that agreeable enough, Belmont?”
She saw the crest now, clear as day.
Sypha quickly noticed the brief glance of the vampire to Trevor’s chest. Initially, she assumed heart – and then recalled that shirt he hadn’t changed out of, and the crest. “I am Sypha Belnades – and it is agreeable enough,” she spoke up, but her gaze narrowed afterwards, “there is a lot we will need to discuss. Later.” She emphasized for Trevor.
If he wanted to go at the vampire, he could wait until they were all safer than right now.
Alucard nodded, “Agreed,” he looked to the wolf, “I can save my questions and offer answers to your own concerns, later.”
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Jillian could sense the approach of the vampiric being by the shift in the air, the smells around them changing. She turned her head and looked to the window but Lucia had already flown through it and made her reappearance amongst them, causing Trevor to take one step back, eyebrows raising closer to his hairline as introductions were made.
Lucia’s proposal was a sound one with the exception of them having no way of being certain that they weren’t going to escort them away from the village and attack them later. Sypha could be counted on, however, reaching forward and with a stern look placed a hand of warning onto one of his arms. Trevor seemed to scrunch up his nose a little at this and turned his gaze up to the ceiling, remaining quiet as he did his best to bite his tongue and not say anything until it seemed their plan had been set.
“...It’s Trevor… Belmont,” he lowered his head finally when Lucia tried to ask for his opinion. “And so long as we have a common goal, I don’t have an objection.” As much as he hated the idea of being indebted to more than one monster in his lifetime, they did not really have much of a choice.
Jillian had watched as Lucia reappeared before them and offered a means of disguising them amongst the shadows with ease. She placed a hand over her chest and gave a curt nod in understanding, though she had every intention of returning as soon as she would be able to. It was just… not meant to be right now, she supposed. “Are you certain your horses will not be spooked by me? I’d rather not draw attention to you when you manage your way to the carriages.” Not knowing that it was not exactly horses which awaited them, Jillian had grown accustomed to animals such as livestock and horses becoming uneasy in her presence, sensing something of her that was unnatural, typically beastly or potentially very hungry.
Though she did hear Alucard speak up behind her and she turned to face him, a slight frown on her face. She had certainly gotten herself into quite the mess. Jillian wanted to almost kick herself now, though she did have questions of her own. Like how Lucia was certainly not the only one not human among them. And yet this one… was? She did not have the words to describe it in her mind. “Very well. I am Jillian Lonescu. I believe we should be working on getting out of the mess I have managed to create for us?”
Lucia’s proposal was a sound one with the exception of them having no way of being certain that they weren’t going to escort them away from the village and attack them later. Sypha could be counted on, however, reaching forward and with a stern look placed a hand of warning onto one of his arms. Trevor seemed to scrunch up his nose a little at this and turned his gaze up to the ceiling, remaining quiet as he did his best to bite his tongue and not say anything until it seemed their plan had been set.
“...It’s Trevor… Belmont,” he lowered his head finally when Lucia tried to ask for his opinion. “And so long as we have a common goal, I don’t have an objection.” As much as he hated the idea of being indebted to more than one monster in his lifetime, they did not really have much of a choice.
Jillian had watched as Lucia reappeared before them and offered a means of disguising them amongst the shadows with ease. She placed a hand over her chest and gave a curt nod in understanding, though she had every intention of returning as soon as she would be able to. It was just… not meant to be right now, she supposed. “Are you certain your horses will not be spooked by me? I’d rather not draw attention to you when you manage your way to the carriages.” Not knowing that it was not exactly horses which awaited them, Jillian had grown accustomed to animals such as livestock and horses becoming uneasy in her presence, sensing something of her that was unnatural, typically beastly or potentially very hungry.
Though she did hear Alucard speak up behind her and she turned to face him, a slight frown on her face. She had certainly gotten herself into quite the mess. Jillian wanted to almost kick herself now, though she did have questions of her own. Like how Lucia was certainly not the only one not human among them. And yet this one… was? She did not have the words to describe it in her mind. “Very well. I am Jillian Lonescu. I believe we should be working on getting out of the mess I have managed to create for us?”
Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
It seemed that Jillian intended to go with her, rather than the other party. Lucia chuckled at the query, “Marius and Sulla have no issue with me, they will have no issue with you,” Lucia promised, “there may be a bit of wolfsbane scent, but you can sit on the bench if it is overwhelming within the carriage. No harm is meant by it; Johann keeps it just in case,” Lucia informed.
The scent alone was repulsive, but not harmful, to werewolves. Johann certainly wouldn’t use it on her if she came under Lucia’s protection.
“Then we’ll follow you?” Alucard clarified.
Lucia nodded. “First to your cart. You’ll have to lead. Then to mine, and we can be on our way,” she promised, before stepping towards the shut door, and throwing it open. They weren’t yet surrounded, so it wasn’t problematic at all to wrap them in the shadow of the night, the shadows shifting with their movements but keeping them covered.
Alucard had never felt it before. There’d been no reason. It was strangely warm, and thick. The air seemed heavier, like some mix between a blanket over him, and being underwater, but he wasn’t hampered at all. He was able to move through it normally, and even move by a group of people that had started to gather themselves, without them noticing.
Sypha let out a sigh of relief as they found the cart unharmed, and Lucia cloaked it, as well. Sypha hopped onto the bench of it, though Alucard didn’t hop into the cart. He’d rather stay on foot until they were prepared to head out.
Besides, he knew who Marius and Sulla were – and if Trevor tried anything he’d rather be on the ground to catch him.
Unfortunately, it did seem that Johann and the nightmares had drawn attention.
A silver crossbow bolt was gleaming in the moonlight in front of one of the villager’s foot, and Johann was standing on the bench, glaring down.
“Fuck.” Lucia’s curse came out in Latin.
The scent alone was repulsive, but not harmful, to werewolves. Johann certainly wouldn’t use it on her if she came under Lucia’s protection.
“Then we’ll follow you?” Alucard clarified.
Lucia nodded. “First to your cart. You’ll have to lead. Then to mine, and we can be on our way,” she promised, before stepping towards the shut door, and throwing it open. They weren’t yet surrounded, so it wasn’t problematic at all to wrap them in the shadow of the night, the shadows shifting with their movements but keeping them covered.
Alucard had never felt it before. There’d been no reason. It was strangely warm, and thick. The air seemed heavier, like some mix between a blanket over him, and being underwater, but he wasn’t hampered at all. He was able to move through it normally, and even move by a group of people that had started to gather themselves, without them noticing.
Sypha let out a sigh of relief as they found the cart unharmed, and Lucia cloaked it, as well. Sypha hopped onto the bench of it, though Alucard didn’t hop into the cart. He’d rather stay on foot until they were prepared to head out.
Besides, he knew who Marius and Sulla were – and if Trevor tried anything he’d rather be on the ground to catch him.
Unfortunately, it did seem that Johann and the nightmares had drawn attention.
A silver crossbow bolt was gleaming in the moonlight in front of one of the villager’s foot, and Johann was standing on the bench, glaring down.
“Fuck.” Lucia’s curse came out in Latin.
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“Beggers cannot be choosers,” Jillian replied simply, knowing if they all were to escape then there was no use in sorting out the tinier details that may prove to cause discomfort. It was either allowing her nose to sting unpleasantly at the smell or being gutted by a pitchfork until someone found something silver to stick in her afterward.
It was a strange sensation, traveling as one in the shadows could. Trevor felt as if somehow he had left his own body and was drifting downwards through the ground below even though that was not the case. His footsteps felt heavier, as if they may make more of sound each time the grass crunched beneath his boot heels but all he heard was their hushed words and the slight whinnying of the two horses that laid their ears back upon their initial arrival, noting strangers among them that could do them harm. Animals were often smart. If only most human beings could possess such instincts. Trevor got to the cart and put a leg up in order to mount and he took his place beside Sypha who held up the reins in order to direct the horses. Just a short distance away was Lucia’s cart which two otherworldly creatures remained harnessed to, things that could function as horses though certainly did not look the part. Trevor found himself looking at the beasts with wide eyes if only for a very short moment. Oh, that was bold to travel like that, he had to give it to them.
As they didn’t react in hostility to Lucia it seemed that they belonged to her and so Trevor put that concern from his mind in order to focus on the surroundings, grateful that he had as soon as he heard a shuffling coming from the opposite side of Lucia and Johann’s carriage. He somewhat stood from his seat to face in that direction. As Johann had not been cloaked nor the carriage, the villagers who had managed to pursue up to the stables had finally reached them and readied what weapons they had on hand.
Trevor reached at his hip and grabbed at the handle of his whip, ready to strike at anyone else who decided to raise a crossbow or otherwise again. He saw another village ready to raise a bow and arrow this time and he reared back and lashed out, a crack splitting the air as he hit the man right on the side of his knuckles which caused him to drop the crossbow, thankfully unfired as he snapped his hand back with a yell of pain. “Just go!” He yelled out and Sypha took the reins and with a motion, the carriage lurched forward as the horses started. The villagers ahead, not wanting to be trampled, had to either step back or off to the side, Trevor scanning for anyone who dared lob an arrow or spear their direction.
Jillian stood by the cart next to where Johann was standing by the bench to the carriage and looked back as Trevor and Sypha chose to take off in their own carriage while trying to fend back the masses. Someone was bound to get trampled to death like that, Sypha trying as she could to make sure to try and not get anyone unnecessarily killed. Thinking quickly, she felt guilt welling up within her as she considered her next move. With a quiet apology only in her mind, she hunched her shoulders a little and raised her head so she may look to the sky. Deep gray eyes seemed to lighten in shade to a near white as her eyes fixated upon the moon. Long hair seemed to take on an animalistic nature, fraying and bristling at the ends until finally she opened her mouth and let out a long howl, not of a human mimicking a wolf, but a true howl to which many of the villagers seemed to become startled by, looking around frantically as they were unable to see the cloaked source. This caused an uproar between those who still focused on trying to stop the escapees and those who now worried about werewolves descending upon the village, some crying out about another attack and others begging for mercy.
Jillian tossed open the door to Lucia’s carriage and then got in, not one to worry about tact and grace in the moment before turning around and leaning out of the carriage to offer her hand to Lucia in order to assist in pulling her up into the carriage with her, “We had better move!”
It was a strange sensation, traveling as one in the shadows could. Trevor felt as if somehow he had left his own body and was drifting downwards through the ground below even though that was not the case. His footsteps felt heavier, as if they may make more of sound each time the grass crunched beneath his boot heels but all he heard was their hushed words and the slight whinnying of the two horses that laid their ears back upon their initial arrival, noting strangers among them that could do them harm. Animals were often smart. If only most human beings could possess such instincts. Trevor got to the cart and put a leg up in order to mount and he took his place beside Sypha who held up the reins in order to direct the horses. Just a short distance away was Lucia’s cart which two otherworldly creatures remained harnessed to, things that could function as horses though certainly did not look the part. Trevor found himself looking at the beasts with wide eyes if only for a very short moment. Oh, that was bold to travel like that, he had to give it to them.
As they didn’t react in hostility to Lucia it seemed that they belonged to her and so Trevor put that concern from his mind in order to focus on the surroundings, grateful that he had as soon as he heard a shuffling coming from the opposite side of Lucia and Johann’s carriage. He somewhat stood from his seat to face in that direction. As Johann had not been cloaked nor the carriage, the villagers who had managed to pursue up to the stables had finally reached them and readied what weapons they had on hand.
Trevor reached at his hip and grabbed at the handle of his whip, ready to strike at anyone else who decided to raise a crossbow or otherwise again. He saw another village ready to raise a bow and arrow this time and he reared back and lashed out, a crack splitting the air as he hit the man right on the side of his knuckles which caused him to drop the crossbow, thankfully unfired as he snapped his hand back with a yell of pain. “Just go!” He yelled out and Sypha took the reins and with a motion, the carriage lurched forward as the horses started. The villagers ahead, not wanting to be trampled, had to either step back or off to the side, Trevor scanning for anyone who dared lob an arrow or spear their direction.
Jillian stood by the cart next to where Johann was standing by the bench to the carriage and looked back as Trevor and Sypha chose to take off in their own carriage while trying to fend back the masses. Someone was bound to get trampled to death like that, Sypha trying as she could to make sure to try and not get anyone unnecessarily killed. Thinking quickly, she felt guilt welling up within her as she considered her next move. With a quiet apology only in her mind, she hunched her shoulders a little and raised her head so she may look to the sky. Deep gray eyes seemed to lighten in shade to a near white as her eyes fixated upon the moon. Long hair seemed to take on an animalistic nature, fraying and bristling at the ends until finally she opened her mouth and let out a long howl, not of a human mimicking a wolf, but a true howl to which many of the villagers seemed to become startled by, looking around frantically as they were unable to see the cloaked source. This caused an uproar between those who still focused on trying to stop the escapees and those who now worried about werewolves descending upon the village, some crying out about another attack and others begging for mercy.
Jillian tossed open the door to Lucia’s carriage and then got in, not one to worry about tact and grace in the moment before turning around and leaning out of the carriage to offer her hand to Lucia in order to assist in pulling her up into the carriage with her, “We had better move!”
Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
Lucia planned to interject in her own way, but Trevor was quick to draw some attention, merely wounding one man as Johann reloaded. That took some eyes off of Johann and the nightmares, before Trevor and Sypha bolted out of the darkness with the cart.
Alucard stayed behind, but when Jillian let out a howl, he allowed his body to shift into that of a wolf. It was a strangely easy transition, compared to a werewolf, though he didn’t grow into a hulking brute. He slimmed to that of a natural wolf, and tackled one of them, making sure to keep his claws from drawing blood, and his teeth away from causing.
He just snapped in their face, before jumping off, as panic erupted.
Lucia pulled Danica by the arm and into the carriage. “Go, Johann!” Lucia snapped at him as she slammed the door shut, the illusion of shadow falling away, only for Lucia to throw it over the villagers, causing a disoriented mess as they screamed and struggled about, trying to adjust to the blindness that overtook them.
Alucard ran after the carriage as the wolf for only as long as it took to catch up and jump into the bench with Johann, then he shifted back and let out a sigh.
Lucia became visible in the air.
Johann recognized the owl, and the carriage quickly caught up with the cart, “Let me lead!” he called to the Belmont and Speaker, “I think Lucia knows a way,” Alucard made a gesture up. The two were already familiar with Lucia being able to fly, so that should make enough sense.
It would be several minutes outside of the village, before Lucia would indeed find a decent enough clearing for them all to rest at, off the main road.
Within the carriage, Danica gave Jillian a warm, but clearly a bit frightened, smile, “Hopefully things are about to calm down,” she offered some reassurance in her tone, warm, somewhat confident in the others. Danica was no fighter, and she wouldn’t be partaking in any of that nonsense. That was for the others. “What a mess,” she chuckled, though with no blame in her tone despite who was sitting in the carriage.
Alucard stayed behind, but when Jillian let out a howl, he allowed his body to shift into that of a wolf. It was a strangely easy transition, compared to a werewolf, though he didn’t grow into a hulking brute. He slimmed to that of a natural wolf, and tackled one of them, making sure to keep his claws from drawing blood, and his teeth away from causing.
He just snapped in their face, before jumping off, as panic erupted.
Lucia pulled Danica by the arm and into the carriage. “Go, Johann!” Lucia snapped at him as she slammed the door shut, the illusion of shadow falling away, only for Lucia to throw it over the villagers, causing a disoriented mess as they screamed and struggled about, trying to adjust to the blindness that overtook them.
Alucard ran after the carriage as the wolf for only as long as it took to catch up and jump into the bench with Johann, then he shifted back and let out a sigh.
Lucia became visible in the air.
Johann recognized the owl, and the carriage quickly caught up with the cart, “Let me lead!” he called to the Belmont and Speaker, “I think Lucia knows a way,” Alucard made a gesture up. The two were already familiar with Lucia being able to fly, so that should make enough sense.
It would be several minutes outside of the village, before Lucia would indeed find a decent enough clearing for them all to rest at, off the main road.
Within the carriage, Danica gave Jillian a warm, but clearly a bit frightened, smile, “Hopefully things are about to calm down,” she offered some reassurance in her tone, warm, somewhat confident in the others. Danica was no fighter, and she wouldn’t be partaking in any of that nonsense. That was for the others. “What a mess,” she chuckled, though with no blame in her tone despite who was sitting in the carriage.
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Now it was Jillian’s turn to be taken aback as a light colored wolf leapt forward to tackle one of the scared villagers. She had taken a step to intervene but it appeared Alucard only meant to intimidate as he pulled away. He was not a wolf and yet managed to change into one, which was not something like she had seen before. Even after Lucia and Jillian had helped Danica into the carriage and they were off on their escape, Jillian could not help but turn her head and gently pull back the soft curtains that shielded the inside from light in order to look back and watch as Alucard chased after them and landed himself onto the bench next to Johann. She may not have realized that her gaze lingered even after so through the small window at the front. Perhaps it was a familiar and yet the unique smell coming from this person still did not make full sense to her.
“..Mm? Oh,” Jillian realized Danica had been speaking to her and she tore her gaze from Alucard to Danica, expression falling slightly. “I’m… sorry,” she knew such words were often meaningless. Frowning, she turned to look out the window once more, as if afraid to meet the older woman’s gaze. “I caught the scent of more than one similar to what I am and I was fearful the village was going to be attacked. A few years ago, sickness spread rapidly and we were terrorized by a pack of werewolves. Possibly to take advantage of the many who were dying or vulnerable.” She placed her hands together in her lap. “Many were taken to be converted. Others were eaten.”
Somehow in the fray they all had managed to escape the village with barely even a scratch to show for it which was nothing short of a miracle for their lot, especially for Trevor. He looked up at the sky where he saw the shadowy silhouette of an owl pass overhead and he motioned towards it so Sypha could see. Together they followed the owl until they all met together once more in a clearing. At the very least they would be able to spot anyone approaching but it was very dark in all directions at this time of night.
After checking to see if Sypha was fine, Trevor got down from their carriage and walked to the back of it. Vampires and werewolves may not have to deal with the cold so much but human people did. He figured that a small fire would have to suffice for the night until the sun rose enough so they could continue their journey tomorrow. That was if nothing more alarming would happen tonight which the Belmont believe wholly depended on what their new company may do. He withdrew a couple of bedrolls from the back of their carriage and stepped over to the other carriage that certainly showed a difference in status to the common one he and his companions had secured in Gresit. He lifted an eyebrow at the gentleman who had steered the carriage with its… nightmare beast’s, one of which didn’t seem none too pleased by his presence. What was it looking at? Trevor gave it a bit of a side eye before turning his attention back to Johann and Alucard on the bench.
“You said that they would be wanted by Dracula. Why? Because they know you?” He asked his question to Alucard, a wary undertone in his voice. No, he did not trust these people. But as they had tried to plead their cases before they had been interrupted, he supposed they could now pick up where their conversation had left off.
Jillian had grown quiet for the remainder of the carriage ride but hesitantly opened the door and stepped out first in order to assist Danica down to the ground as well. Trevor glanced over to Jillian as well once she had finished, pointing a finger, “And you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. Werewolves travel in packs so where are the rest of you?”
Jillian furrowed her brow at this, still holding her hands together in front of her after helping Danica. “I was alone.”
“..Mm? Oh,” Jillian realized Danica had been speaking to her and she tore her gaze from Alucard to Danica, expression falling slightly. “I’m… sorry,” she knew such words were often meaningless. Frowning, she turned to look out the window once more, as if afraid to meet the older woman’s gaze. “I caught the scent of more than one similar to what I am and I was fearful the village was going to be attacked. A few years ago, sickness spread rapidly and we were terrorized by a pack of werewolves. Possibly to take advantage of the many who were dying or vulnerable.” She placed her hands together in her lap. “Many were taken to be converted. Others were eaten.”
Somehow in the fray they all had managed to escape the village with barely even a scratch to show for it which was nothing short of a miracle for their lot, especially for Trevor. He looked up at the sky where he saw the shadowy silhouette of an owl pass overhead and he motioned towards it so Sypha could see. Together they followed the owl until they all met together once more in a clearing. At the very least they would be able to spot anyone approaching but it was very dark in all directions at this time of night.
After checking to see if Sypha was fine, Trevor got down from their carriage and walked to the back of it. Vampires and werewolves may not have to deal with the cold so much but human people did. He figured that a small fire would have to suffice for the night until the sun rose enough so they could continue their journey tomorrow. That was if nothing more alarming would happen tonight which the Belmont believe wholly depended on what their new company may do. He withdrew a couple of bedrolls from the back of their carriage and stepped over to the other carriage that certainly showed a difference in status to the common one he and his companions had secured in Gresit. He lifted an eyebrow at the gentleman who had steered the carriage with its… nightmare beast’s, one of which didn’t seem none too pleased by his presence. What was it looking at? Trevor gave it a bit of a side eye before turning his attention back to Johann and Alucard on the bench.
“You said that they would be wanted by Dracula. Why? Because they know you?” He asked his question to Alucard, a wary undertone in his voice. No, he did not trust these people. But as they had tried to plead their cases before they had been interrupted, he supposed they could now pick up where their conversation had left off.
Jillian had grown quiet for the remainder of the carriage ride but hesitantly opened the door and stepped out first in order to assist Danica down to the ground as well. Trevor glanced over to Jillian as well once she had finished, pointing a finger, “And you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. Werewolves travel in packs so where are the rest of you?”
Jillian furrowed her brow at this, still holding her hands together in front of her after helping Danica. “I was alone.”
Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
Lucia had landed, and waited in her natural form, the shape of a vampiress again. The constant and sudden use of her powers was starting to take its toll, draining her. She didn’t often shift so much between forms, let alone use her magic for that long. She preferred to be done with things quickly, but she hadn’t been there to kill.
She forced her gaze not to linger on anyone, or anything, and only observed the movements in the shadows.
Everyone made it safely, and the Belmont dove right into his questions, though he posed them to Alucard. Lucia could look upon him without feeling the roilings of hunger, so she did when he spoke up, “Lucia travels with two humans. If she went to my father with either one of them, they’d be executed on the spot.”
“And I’m rather fond of them,” Lucia commented from where she leaned. “Danica Kanev, and Johann Abeiss,” both from drastically different parts of the world. Danica was from her own, but Johann came the Germanic kingdoms. Thankfully she knew German, though it was an older variety, and Johann knew Church Latin, so they were able to parse together an understanding in those early months.
But Johann’s family was just as infamous as the Belmonts, not for hunting vampires, but for hunting werewolves. Still, the name wouldn’t curry favor with Dracula.
“It’s…uncommon for werewolves to travel in packs, but not unknown,” Johann said that mostly to Trevor, presuming the weight of his words would be known. “It is usually only temporary, until they join another pack, or form one of other outcasts. Those who were created against their will are more likely to experience multiple packs.”
Alucard was willing to trust the words of Johann in that, but Lucia spoke up then, “It’s my turn for a question.” Alucard looked towards her then, “Why are you an enemy of your father, Alucard? Why are you traveling with a Belmont?”
The question was not a pleasant one to speak an answer to, “Because it is what my mother would want,” his eyes flickered, “in a way, I think it is what Dracula would want. There was no more reasoning with him. I tried,” he touched the wound upon his chest, barely visible above the white shirt, but visible all the same, “It was why I had to flee the castle.”
Lucia shut her eyes as Danica gasped, standing by Marius as she was working to undo his yolk so he could move freely. Sulla would be freed last, when Danica was certain he wasn't about to eat the new hunter. “No! Oh, how could he? To harm you…he must know how much that would have killed Lisa….”
A faint smile flickered and faded, at a past Dracula who never would have lifted a hand to him. “It matters not any longer,” and with that, he looked back to Jillian, “As you can see…we are no friends to Dracula, though I am his own son. He attempted to kill me for standing in the way of his revenge on humanity.”
She forced her gaze not to linger on anyone, or anything, and only observed the movements in the shadows.
Everyone made it safely, and the Belmont dove right into his questions, though he posed them to Alucard. Lucia could look upon him without feeling the roilings of hunger, so she did when he spoke up, “Lucia travels with two humans. If she went to my father with either one of them, they’d be executed on the spot.”
“And I’m rather fond of them,” Lucia commented from where she leaned. “Danica Kanev, and Johann Abeiss,” both from drastically different parts of the world. Danica was from her own, but Johann came the Germanic kingdoms. Thankfully she knew German, though it was an older variety, and Johann knew Church Latin, so they were able to parse together an understanding in those early months.
But Johann’s family was just as infamous as the Belmonts, not for hunting vampires, but for hunting werewolves. Still, the name wouldn’t curry favor with Dracula.
“It’s…uncommon for werewolves to travel in packs, but not unknown,” Johann said that mostly to Trevor, presuming the weight of his words would be known. “It is usually only temporary, until they join another pack, or form one of other outcasts. Those who were created against their will are more likely to experience multiple packs.”
Alucard was willing to trust the words of Johann in that, but Lucia spoke up then, “It’s my turn for a question.” Alucard looked towards her then, “Why are you an enemy of your father, Alucard? Why are you traveling with a Belmont?”
The question was not a pleasant one to speak an answer to, “Because it is what my mother would want,” his eyes flickered, “in a way, I think it is what Dracula would want. There was no more reasoning with him. I tried,” he touched the wound upon his chest, barely visible above the white shirt, but visible all the same, “It was why I had to flee the castle.”
Lucia shut her eyes as Danica gasped, standing by Marius as she was working to undo his yolk so he could move freely. Sulla would be freed last, when Danica was certain he wasn't about to eat the new hunter. “No! Oh, how could he? To harm you…he must know how much that would have killed Lisa….”
A faint smile flickered and faded, at a past Dracula who never would have lifted a hand to him. “It matters not any longer,” and with that, he looked back to Jillian, “As you can see…we are no friends to Dracula, though I am his own son. He attempted to kill me for standing in the way of his revenge on humanity.”
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Trevor didn’t appear too pleased of the way Lucia described her traveling human companions as if they perhaps were treasured trinkets. Lucia did not mean it so. Trevor knew better as well but somehow her wording made an unpleasant chill run up and down his spine and he locked eyes with Lucia’s for a moment before he looked away when Johann explained the reality of the way werewolves moved. Well, he was not exactly an expert in the area as the Belmonts had concentrated on the eradication of vampires. However, none of the things they were saying were providing any sort of comfort to Belmont as he crossed his arms and opted to listen for a while, the wheels in his mind clearly turning as he looked to the individuals who chose to speak.
Jillian was somewhat surprised that Johann would speak up on her behalf even though she was left to wonder how it was he possessed such knowledge when he was traveling with a vampire and not among wolves. She did not have the chance to question it as Danica questioned why Dracula wished to kill his son. Her gaze shifted to Alucard. She had suspected she may come across some rogue night creatures or perhaps the threat of Dracula’s army approaching but certainly not this. When Alucard’s attention shifted to her, she pursed her lips together. She could not help feeling all the more guilty for the difficulty she had caused the group but she now also felt a pang of sadness. It sounded like once upon a time he once had a loving family even if his father had been the fearsome Count.
She did not fully understand. She would not pretend to but she knew at the very least she could attempt to ease what frustration she had added to the situation, “I truly apologize for inconveniencing you all this much.Johann Abeiss speaks the truth, I was changed against my will. The leader of the pack often speaks of returning to my village. I feared they were about to face something worse when I caught your scent.”
Trevor had not lived long with his family to say he had ever established deep affections for many of its members. However it would seem Lucia understood something more sentimental in nature regarding the relationship Dracula once had to his son. He didn’t like it either, in his own way. However they all knew it had to be done and he found himself nodding curtly as Alucard dismissed that it didn’t matter anymore. Trevor lifted a hand up slightly and spoke this time, “As you see, we all have agreed on this uneasy alliance in order to see an end to Dracula’s reign of blood and terror or we very well will be faced with the end of the World as we know it. Your sympathy is fondly noted but as we have so wonderfully proven, the more involved, the more trouble we are going to face before we even get to the castle.” Although Alucard did seem to know Lucia enough to be speaking so directly to one another, he was content to keep their new company at arm’s length.
Jillian was somewhat surprised that Johann would speak up on her behalf even though she was left to wonder how it was he possessed such knowledge when he was traveling with a vampire and not among wolves. She did not have the chance to question it as Danica questioned why Dracula wished to kill his son. Her gaze shifted to Alucard. She had suspected she may come across some rogue night creatures or perhaps the threat of Dracula’s army approaching but certainly not this. When Alucard’s attention shifted to her, she pursed her lips together. She could not help feeling all the more guilty for the difficulty she had caused the group but she now also felt a pang of sadness. It sounded like once upon a time he once had a loving family even if his father had been the fearsome Count.
She did not fully understand. She would not pretend to but she knew at the very least she could attempt to ease what frustration she had added to the situation, “I truly apologize for inconveniencing you all this much.Johann Abeiss speaks the truth, I was changed against my will. The leader of the pack often speaks of returning to my village. I feared they were about to face something worse when I caught your scent.”
Trevor had not lived long with his family to say he had ever established deep affections for many of its members. However it would seem Lucia understood something more sentimental in nature regarding the relationship Dracula once had to his son. He didn’t like it either, in his own way. However they all knew it had to be done and he found himself nodding curtly as Alucard dismissed that it didn’t matter anymore. Trevor lifted a hand up slightly and spoke this time, “As you see, we all have agreed on this uneasy alliance in order to see an end to Dracula’s reign of blood and terror or we very well will be faced with the end of the World as we know it. Your sympathy is fondly noted but as we have so wonderfully proven, the more involved, the more trouble we are going to face before we even get to the castle.” Although Alucard did seem to know Lucia enough to be speaking so directly to one another, he was content to keep their new company at arm’s length.
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“I understand your reasoning,” Alucard said. He didn’t agree with it; someone such as Jillian should have known, “although it seems I have made it difficult for you to return to your village, I will not stop you if wish to return to your brother and make better arrangements to look after your home. The night creatures will come in time, I cannot guarantee we will be quick enough to stop them. You may have an opportunity to prove your kind are not evil to your home.”
Alucard did not expect that Jillian would intend to join them on the mission to take care of Dracula.
Lucia sighed, “And you can see I’m well—” he started.
“No, I can’t,” Lucia called him on the lie, “I’ll come with you.” His gaze hardened, “The night creatures ignore me. They may ignore who I’m traveling with, since I’m a vampire, they just assume I’m with Dracula.” It was possible they were looking for Alucard and would hunt him on sight, but that seemed…extreme. “It could make your life easier that way, or simply extra hands in a fight,” either way, Lucia didn’t see the downside.
“Lucia, please. This is my fight.” Alucard said.
“Then what’s a Belmont and Sypha doing here?"
Sypha answered, “There was actually a prophecy we – the Speakers – knew. The Sleeping Hero of Gresit, a Hunter, and a Magician, would save the world.”
“It mentioned no one else,” Alucard said, as if that would convince her.
“It did not,” Sypha agreed, “buuuut we could use the help. We may be three strong, but we are not healers. Perhaps we three are meant to combat Dracula, but there are a lot of annoyances along the way I would not mind help with,” she folded her arms, as if it was settled.
Johann couldn’t help but sputter a laugh. “Oh! What, is that so funny to you?”
He shook his head, “No, no, it’s just…familiar,” he said, lifting his hands in quick surrender, “It seems everyone is in good hands here, but we can assist, and we have our own gold and supplies. We won’t be a burden. Not to mention, our horses fight, too.”
Marius was already sniffing at the carriage for meat. Danica was loosing Sulla.
“Yes. But they don’t eat grass,” Alucard pointed out.
“They do eat night creatures~,” Danica said it in a sing-song way, as if that clearly made it better.
Alucard did not expect that Jillian would intend to join them on the mission to take care of Dracula.
Lucia sighed, “And you can see I’m well—” he started.
“No, I can’t,” Lucia called him on the lie, “I’ll come with you.” His gaze hardened, “The night creatures ignore me. They may ignore who I’m traveling with, since I’m a vampire, they just assume I’m with Dracula.” It was possible they were looking for Alucard and would hunt him on sight, but that seemed…extreme. “It could make your life easier that way, or simply extra hands in a fight,” either way, Lucia didn’t see the downside.
“Lucia, please. This is my fight.” Alucard said.
“Then what’s a Belmont and Sypha doing here?"
Sypha answered, “There was actually a prophecy we – the Speakers – knew. The Sleeping Hero of Gresit, a Hunter, and a Magician, would save the world.”
“It mentioned no one else,” Alucard said, as if that would convince her.
“It did not,” Sypha agreed, “buuuut we could use the help. We may be three strong, but we are not healers. Perhaps we three are meant to combat Dracula, but there are a lot of annoyances along the way I would not mind help with,” she folded her arms, as if it was settled.
Johann couldn’t help but sputter a laugh. “Oh! What, is that so funny to you?”
He shook his head, “No, no, it’s just…familiar,” he said, lifting his hands in quick surrender, “It seems everyone is in good hands here, but we can assist, and we have our own gold and supplies. We won’t be a burden. Not to mention, our horses fight, too.”
Marius was already sniffing at the carriage for meat. Danica was loosing Sulla.
“Yes. But they don’t eat grass,” Alucard pointed out.
“They do eat night creatures~,” Danica said it in a sing-song way, as if that clearly made it better.
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Trevor did not find himself surprised at what direction the conversation began to turn although that did not make it any less annoying, giving a sigh of disdain and bowing his head while Lucia began to plead her case to their trio. Although her reasoning was sound, he still did not know Lucia or her companions well enough personally to invest in her support. Humans could be terrible creatures and betray one another but vampires, ghouls, the like, they were capable of the same. For all Trevor knew, Lucia could be willingly leading them into Draculaq’s clutches if she so wished.
For once, he and Alucard were in full agreement on something. “We cannot promise your safety should we run into something much worse than your usual night fiend. Dracula is going to have an entire war council full of Vampire Lords who are sure to have plenty of tricks of their sleeves. Are all three of you truly able to hold your own when they all come for us once they realize we are meaning to storm his castle? The best thing you can do for us and for Alucard is to get yourselves to safety.” One less thing to worry about…
But Sypha just had to give them the benefit of the doubt. Frowning rather helplessly to the Speaker, he could not help but feel unsettled that she was so willing to take them into their little group.
Jillian did not say anything in response at first to Alucard’s words, slowly shifting her gaze back to the path from which they had come from, back to the village. As Lucia and the other two began to speak up about possibly helping, she looked back to Alucard and Trevor who seemed apprehensive over the idea. She thought about it, though it actually required little effort on her part to come to a conclusion and she waited for an opening before also speaking up, “I’m not foolish enough to believe I can save my village alone. I know it would take much more to change their minds about my kind or any other who just wants to live a good life.”
“It’s understandable that you may not fully trust us. But if not to defeat Dracula, to at least make the rest easier. I can use my abilities to determine if anything dangerous is approaching. Or I can fight or create healing salves.”
Trevor placed one hand on his hip. By now, he was quite finished with all of the sudden helping hands. Did they not understand that it was Dracula that they were going to face?! “Like you did back in the tavern?”
“Did I not take notice of your lot first?” Jillian knitted her brow together, lips forming a tiny pout. “It is not like one would not be able to discern the smell of cheap beer and despondency for miles wafting off of you. I mean those of a much more subtle nature.”
Trevor could feel his left eye almost twitching a couple of times at that. Very softly he heard Sypha chortling into a pair of knuckles against her lips.
For once, he and Alucard were in full agreement on something. “We cannot promise your safety should we run into something much worse than your usual night fiend. Dracula is going to have an entire war council full of Vampire Lords who are sure to have plenty of tricks of their sleeves. Are all three of you truly able to hold your own when they all come for us once they realize we are meaning to storm his castle? The best thing you can do for us and for Alucard is to get yourselves to safety.” One less thing to worry about…
But Sypha just had to give them the benefit of the doubt. Frowning rather helplessly to the Speaker, he could not help but feel unsettled that she was so willing to take them into their little group.
Jillian did not say anything in response at first to Alucard’s words, slowly shifting her gaze back to the path from which they had come from, back to the village. As Lucia and the other two began to speak up about possibly helping, she looked back to Alucard and Trevor who seemed apprehensive over the idea. She thought about it, though it actually required little effort on her part to come to a conclusion and she waited for an opening before also speaking up, “I’m not foolish enough to believe I can save my village alone. I know it would take much more to change their minds about my kind or any other who just wants to live a good life.”
“It’s understandable that you may not fully trust us. But if not to defeat Dracula, to at least make the rest easier. I can use my abilities to determine if anything dangerous is approaching. Or I can fight or create healing salves.”
Trevor placed one hand on his hip. By now, he was quite finished with all of the sudden helping hands. Did they not understand that it was Dracula that they were going to face?! “Like you did back in the tavern?”
“Did I not take notice of your lot first?” Jillian knitted her brow together, lips forming a tiny pout. “It is not like one would not be able to discern the smell of cheap beer and despondency for miles wafting off of you. I mean those of a much more subtle nature.”
Trevor could feel his left eye almost twitching a couple of times at that. Very softly he heard Sypha chortling into a pair of knuckles against her lips.
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Trevor protested on the grounds of danger, offering no promises of protection. ‘I know those Vampire Lords better than you.’ Well, personally. That gave her a bit of an advantage, though perhaps Trevor knew something of their particular weaknesses. She was fairly certain she knew which ones would be there.
The wildcard was Carmilla.
At least she knew Amon and Valerian wouldn’t be there.
However, they were not the only ones who wanted to volunteer. The little wolf spoke up, offering her own skills, noting she had scented them before they arrived. Lucia couldn’t help but chuckle at the insult aimed at the hunter as well, “I just assumed that was how Belmonts prevented vampires from biting them – by being wholly unappetizing,” Sypha’s own giggling grew harder for the poor Speaker to stifle. “Johann and I can handle ourselves. Danica will not partake in combat.”
She was better at dealing with people, getting rooms and supplies. She was no fighter, and Lucia wouldn’t do that to her.
“Assuming there’s ever another town on the way, she can help navigate that. Otherwise, she’s good at the creature comforts,” food, laundry, and other such things along the way, which it looked like none of them had in quite a while.
Sypha did chance to speak, “Not to be rude, but – you are a vampire. I know Alucard can eat, but….”
“I don’t drink from anyone who doesn’t consent, unless they do something I don’t consent to, first. You’re safe, Sypha, no matter how lovely you smell,” the scent of magic was indeed cloyingly sweet, and Lucia wanted to, but she knew to keep her urges in check. “And you as well, Jillian. No offense intended, but I never could get over the particular smell wolves have. The blood’s never been appetizing.”
Johann gave Jillian a brief, encouraging smile, “When all of this is done, there is a pack up near our home – mostly outcasts. If you want to see how they’ve learned to work with a human society, you could come up with us when all of this is over.”
Alucard sighed, “You and your strays,” he muttered, but it was with a touch of endearment, “If you’re all sure you want to face Dracula, I suppose we cannot stop you. You would go on your own way, anyways, wouldn’t you?”
“I would,” Lucia agreed, “I’m fairly certain I could find out where he is from at least one of the other vampires in there who don’t know I’m rogue yet. Or one who does.” A slight smile curved her lips.
The wildcard was Carmilla.
At least she knew Amon and Valerian wouldn’t be there.
However, they were not the only ones who wanted to volunteer. The little wolf spoke up, offering her own skills, noting she had scented them before they arrived. Lucia couldn’t help but chuckle at the insult aimed at the hunter as well, “I just assumed that was how Belmonts prevented vampires from biting them – by being wholly unappetizing,” Sypha’s own giggling grew harder for the poor Speaker to stifle. “Johann and I can handle ourselves. Danica will not partake in combat.”
She was better at dealing with people, getting rooms and supplies. She was no fighter, and Lucia wouldn’t do that to her.
“Assuming there’s ever another town on the way, she can help navigate that. Otherwise, she’s good at the creature comforts,” food, laundry, and other such things along the way, which it looked like none of them had in quite a while.
Sypha did chance to speak, “Not to be rude, but – you are a vampire. I know Alucard can eat, but….”
“I don’t drink from anyone who doesn’t consent, unless they do something I don’t consent to, first. You’re safe, Sypha, no matter how lovely you smell,” the scent of magic was indeed cloyingly sweet, and Lucia wanted to, but she knew to keep her urges in check. “And you as well, Jillian. No offense intended, but I never could get over the particular smell wolves have. The blood’s never been appetizing.”
Johann gave Jillian a brief, encouraging smile, “When all of this is done, there is a pack up near our home – mostly outcasts. If you want to see how they’ve learned to work with a human society, you could come up with us when all of this is over.”
Alucard sighed, “You and your strays,” he muttered, but it was with a touch of endearment, “If you’re all sure you want to face Dracula, I suppose we cannot stop you. You would go on your own way, anyways, wouldn’t you?”
“I would,” Lucia agreed, “I’m fairly certain I could find out where he is from at least one of the other vampires in there who don’t know I’m rogue yet. Or one who does.” A slight smile curved her lips.
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How very funny. Trevor opened his mouth to attempt to come up with a counter insult but Sypha amidst her chuckling took her fist and carefully tapped it into his chest as a warning to try and behave. It was all meant in jest… hopefully. This was certainly slipping out of his control quickly. Trevor could all but sigh in defeat and turned, giving the lot of them a stiff shrug as he attempted to swallow the warm hot feeling of annoyance that had sting within his throat and he took a few steps away from the cart to unroll the bed rolls in order to start and set up a small camp.
He overheard the concept of feeding being brought up and that was when he looked back to Lucia, still seeming unconvinced that this would be a good idea. “And what do you exactly mean by that? You are not keeping your companions as some sort of walking food sources?” It sounded a bit spiteful to which Sypha gave Trevor a careful look as if he had been the one to speak out of turn. Trevor just met her gaze and shrugged once more, pouting, “What? It’s a reasonable enough conclusion. Unless she has some sort of advanced chilling system in the rear of that carriage. And vampires do not enjoy surviving on the blood of livestock alone.”
Jillian couldn't help but smile meekly as Lucia could not help but join in on the fun at Trevor’s expense. Well, Trevor did not seem too pleased at this but he decided to use Lucia’s feeding habits as an easy means to retaliate. It was somewhat predictable and Jillian refrained from rolling her eyes even though she wished to. Johann spoke to her and Jillian blinked her eyes once, looking at him as she processed what he had proposed. It would make sense to plan what the next steps would be if they made it out alive and she knew he meant well. She tried to manage a small smile to show recognition of his words.
“Speaking of anything appetizing, I am certain I would be able to find something not too far from here for us to eat. Allow me to make it up to you for disrupting your meals this evening,” she offered before Trevor’s gaze was back on her as well. The small smile she wore twitched a bit.
“No, we will eat what we have here. There may be nothing left of whatever you opt to bring back,” Trevor turned to head back to the cart he and Sypha had driven to see what else they had managed to buy while in town.
Jillian felt one eyebrow slowly raising, watching the back of his head for a moment before saying aloud to no one else in particular, “I wonder if Belmont was recruited because of his dashing personality instead of his history in killing vampires.”
He overheard the concept of feeding being brought up and that was when he looked back to Lucia, still seeming unconvinced that this would be a good idea. “And what do you exactly mean by that? You are not keeping your companions as some sort of walking food sources?” It sounded a bit spiteful to which Sypha gave Trevor a careful look as if he had been the one to speak out of turn. Trevor just met her gaze and shrugged once more, pouting, “What? It’s a reasonable enough conclusion. Unless she has some sort of advanced chilling system in the rear of that carriage. And vampires do not enjoy surviving on the blood of livestock alone.”
Jillian couldn't help but smile meekly as Lucia could not help but join in on the fun at Trevor’s expense. Well, Trevor did not seem too pleased at this but he decided to use Lucia’s feeding habits as an easy means to retaliate. It was somewhat predictable and Jillian refrained from rolling her eyes even though she wished to. Johann spoke to her and Jillian blinked her eyes once, looking at him as she processed what he had proposed. It would make sense to plan what the next steps would be if they made it out alive and she knew he meant well. She tried to manage a small smile to show recognition of his words.
“Speaking of anything appetizing, I am certain I would be able to find something not too far from here for us to eat. Allow me to make it up to you for disrupting your meals this evening,” she offered before Trevor’s gaze was back on her as well. The small smile she wore twitched a bit.
“No, we will eat what we have here. There may be nothing left of whatever you opt to bring back,” Trevor turned to head back to the cart he and Sypha had driven to see what else they had managed to buy while in town.
Jillian felt one eyebrow slowly raising, watching the back of his head for a moment before saying aloud to no one else in particular, “I wonder if Belmont was recruited because of his dashing personality instead of his history in killing vampires.”
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Lucia didn’t leave where she leaned, even if it was tempting to move closer. She raised her brows at Trevor’s inquiry, “They’re friends,” she told him, “and they also consent to be drank from. It’s not an unpleasant experience, despite what your family has likely told you,” or perhaps they told the Belmonts right.
All the better to be prepared for it.
Johann did flush, though Danica chuckled, “It’s a bit odd – but it’s how she lives. You wouldn’t deny a babe milk, would you?” Danica queried Trevor, “It doesn’t kill us, obviously.” She knew better than that. Of course, Danica knew that Lucia could drink from animal sources, but from what she gathered, it might be as disgusting as drinking from Trevor.
Although if the man bathed, maybe not so bad.
“I’ll see what we can add. We didn’t get to shop in town, but I may be able to remedy that in the morning. I don’t think I was too noticeable,” Danica added, digging in the cart for the additional supplies she had, including their own bedrolls, and what food they could add, “I can cook if you like!”
“Oh, let me help!” Sypha said, aware Trevor probably didn’t want anyone strange messing with the food – but if Sypha oversaw it, it might not be so bad.
Alucad wasn’t good at this part. Sypha usually cooked for the group, familiar with the nomadic lifestyle. So was Trevor, but Alucard was convinced Trevor would eat the worst sort of gruel and be content with it. Alcohol had killed Trevor’s tastebuds long ago.
Alucard had lived in a castle.
This…wasn’t familiar to him, not even now.
But Jillian’s query was enough to earn a chuckle. “Oh yes. As you can see, his personality does a fine job of keeping the vampires away,” Alucard joked, before sighing, “are you sure you want to join us? Have you ever truly fought before, Jillian?”
He didn’t want to take some novice on with them. Danica he knew would stay out of sight and hide, but Jillian evidently wanted to fight alongside them.
All the better to be prepared for it.
Johann did flush, though Danica chuckled, “It’s a bit odd – but it’s how she lives. You wouldn’t deny a babe milk, would you?” Danica queried Trevor, “It doesn’t kill us, obviously.” She knew better than that. Of course, Danica knew that Lucia could drink from animal sources, but from what she gathered, it might be as disgusting as drinking from Trevor.
Although if the man bathed, maybe not so bad.
“I’ll see what we can add. We didn’t get to shop in town, but I may be able to remedy that in the morning. I don’t think I was too noticeable,” Danica added, digging in the cart for the additional supplies she had, including their own bedrolls, and what food they could add, “I can cook if you like!”
“Oh, let me help!” Sypha said, aware Trevor probably didn’t want anyone strange messing with the food – but if Sypha oversaw it, it might not be so bad.
Alucad wasn’t good at this part. Sypha usually cooked for the group, familiar with the nomadic lifestyle. So was Trevor, but Alucard was convinced Trevor would eat the worst sort of gruel and be content with it. Alcohol had killed Trevor’s tastebuds long ago.
Alucard had lived in a castle.
This…wasn’t familiar to him, not even now.
But Jillian’s query was enough to earn a chuckle. “Oh yes. As you can see, his personality does a fine job of keeping the vampires away,” Alucard joked, before sighing, “are you sure you want to join us? Have you ever truly fought before, Jillian?”
He didn’t want to take some novice on with them. Danica he knew would stay out of sight and hide, but Jillian evidently wanted to fight alongside them.
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Trevor had walked right into that one. Trevor could not help his slightly disturbed expression as Danica went as far as to compare Lucia to a hungry infant, which if not within this context may have been either embarrassing or amusing. “...Yes but from what I see you are not as defenseless as a babe, are you?” He sighed. He knew he would get nowhere in this conversation as both parties were willing and saw nothing morally wrong with this. Besides, Sypha was already attempting to make nice by helping with the cooking so he might as well be talking to thin air right now. Right. This was why traveling with a company always seemed so bothersome…
But he would have to endure for now. He gathered some wood that had been stored along one side of the cart and kneeled down in order to situate the logs for a fire. He had no intention of making one too large as he didn’t wish the smoke to attract anything unsavory, but enough to fight back the slight chill in the night air and also cook whatever the werewolf was planning to bring back to them, hopefully nothing sick or mauled to death.
He reached into a pocket in order to fetch a small book of matches. He then reached downwards to gather some of the drier grass in order to use it to start their fire, striking a match and lighting the grass, placing it at the bottom of one of the logs. He then sat back with one leg bent, tossing an arm over it. “...So, you were searching for Alucard? You sounded surprised to learn what happened regarding Dracula. No fellow vampiric allies to brief you of what’s been going on? Apparently the stories of a sleeping soldier come to save us from his terror decided to leave out the finer details of it being his own son.”
At least it seemed that Sypha and Danica were more open-minded to what could possibly be on the menu tonight. Jillian’s expression relaxed somewhat. “That would help, thank you. I’ll try to see if I may find some herbs or otherwise. I cannot promise it, but if I come across any I will bring it back,” she offered gently before turning and looking out along the clearing to determine which direction best to head off in for a quick hunt. But she then heard Alucard question her ability to fight and she paused, looking back to him over the shoulder with a slight tilt of her head.
That question certainly led to her recalling quite a few things. She seemed to consider it quietly a short moment before she smiled ruefully. “I was certainly made to be in fighting condition unless I wished to be just another meal for the wolves. I fought and killed to be free from their endless violence and I have fought to return to this place. My family may hate me if they learn the truth of what I have become but if fighting Dracula and his forces is the best way to ensure they have the chance to live on, I will give it my all.”
But he would have to endure for now. He gathered some wood that had been stored along one side of the cart and kneeled down in order to situate the logs for a fire. He had no intention of making one too large as he didn’t wish the smoke to attract anything unsavory, but enough to fight back the slight chill in the night air and also cook whatever the werewolf was planning to bring back to them, hopefully nothing sick or mauled to death.
He reached into a pocket in order to fetch a small book of matches. He then reached downwards to gather some of the drier grass in order to use it to start their fire, striking a match and lighting the grass, placing it at the bottom of one of the logs. He then sat back with one leg bent, tossing an arm over it. “...So, you were searching for Alucard? You sounded surprised to learn what happened regarding Dracula. No fellow vampiric allies to brief you of what’s been going on? Apparently the stories of a sleeping soldier come to save us from his terror decided to leave out the finer details of it being his own son.”
At least it seemed that Sypha and Danica were more open-minded to what could possibly be on the menu tonight. Jillian’s expression relaxed somewhat. “That would help, thank you. I’ll try to see if I may find some herbs or otherwise. I cannot promise it, but if I come across any I will bring it back,” she offered gently before turning and looking out along the clearing to determine which direction best to head off in for a quick hunt. But she then heard Alucard question her ability to fight and she paused, looking back to him over the shoulder with a slight tilt of her head.
That question certainly led to her recalling quite a few things. She seemed to consider it quietly a short moment before she smiled ruefully. “I was certainly made to be in fighting condition unless I wished to be just another meal for the wolves. I fought and killed to be free from their endless violence and I have fought to return to this place. My family may hate me if they learn the truth of what I have become but if fighting Dracula and his forces is the best way to ensure they have the chance to live on, I will give it my all.”
Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
Lucia could always count on Danica to have the best defenses to shut a hunter up. Even if Trevor seemed to question it, it was half-hearted, as he started a fire. The burst of flame still made her flinch; she knew how deadly it was. No matter how inviting the warmth, she was as flammable as paper. It was best to keep a distance from it.
Just as it was best not to feed in front of the hunter. Later, when he’d drifted to sleep, perhaps.
But for now, he seemed to relax, at least a bit. Sulla, released from his bondage, walked over to her and nudged his head into her shoulder, so she stroked the side of his face, and his neck, as she answered Trevor. “I knew Alucard wasn’t there. I doubt Dracula confessed to do anything to his son, and there aren’t many brave enough to ask him, if they even knew of him,” she sighed. “So no, I didn’t get any information. I just knew he wasn’t there, and I suspected him alive. I knew where Dracula had a few…safe houses, I suppose. Gresit was the closest one I knew of.”
The matter of the prophecy was new to her, but not a surprise. People relied so heavily on prophecy – even though it never did say everything, as Trevor noted, “How did you come upon him? Were you seeking him yourself?”
Jillian knew how to fight. It seemed she already had, for her own life, and to escape what it had become. That was good enough for Alucard, “Very well. I will not stop you, then,” she was right – this was the best, long-term plan, after all. She knew safety wasn’t guaranteed. “Let me at least come with you to find what you need. My mother taught me many herbs, I may be able to help recognize some.”
He wasn’t the best at it.
And not all of the ones he knew were edible. He didn’t know the blends that worked well with all meats – but he could find things. That much he was certain of, and it would be better for none in their ranks to move alone.
Just as it was best not to feed in front of the hunter. Later, when he’d drifted to sleep, perhaps.
But for now, he seemed to relax, at least a bit. Sulla, released from his bondage, walked over to her and nudged his head into her shoulder, so she stroked the side of his face, and his neck, as she answered Trevor. “I knew Alucard wasn’t there. I doubt Dracula confessed to do anything to his son, and there aren’t many brave enough to ask him, if they even knew of him,” she sighed. “So no, I didn’t get any information. I just knew he wasn’t there, and I suspected him alive. I knew where Dracula had a few…safe houses, I suppose. Gresit was the closest one I knew of.”
The matter of the prophecy was new to her, but not a surprise. People relied so heavily on prophecy – even though it never did say everything, as Trevor noted, “How did you come upon him? Were you seeking him yourself?”
Jillian knew how to fight. It seemed she already had, for her own life, and to escape what it had become. That was good enough for Alucard, “Very well. I will not stop you, then,” she was right – this was the best, long-term plan, after all. She knew safety wasn’t guaranteed. “Let me at least come with you to find what you need. My mother taught me many herbs, I may be able to help recognize some.”
He wasn’t the best at it.
And not all of the ones he knew were edible. He didn’t know the blends that worked well with all meats – but he could find things. That much he was certain of, and it would be better for none in their ranks to move alone.
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Trevor met Lucia’s gaze as she explained her reasoning for trying to find Alucard. It sounded sincere, as a good friend may perhaps worry over another. “No, I suppose not,” he agreed. Of course all of Wallachia probably knew by now if they had not already that Dracula had married a human woman and did not turn her, why, Trevor could only begin to guess. “As it would turn out, you were on the right track. Sypha and I managed to come across him asleep underneath the city. My guess would be to heal from his wounds when Dracula fought him.”
He looked back to the campfire’s flames dancing lazily, embers ever so often floating up into the air to disappear. He had to wonder what his family may think of this turn of events. Would they have been involved much sooner? He seemed to momentarily get lost in thought before he chose to answer, “Well, I ran into Sypha’s family in Gresit who were about to be eradicated for spreading heresy or something of the sort. Sypha had been searching for the sleeping soldier,” at that Sypha chose to take a place at the campfire as well after setting down a pot that contained a couple of things to accompany their upcoming meal. There were a couple of potatoes, easy to travel with along with some basic cutlery. She reached in and took one of the potatoes and began to peel it.
“Well, skipping to the part you care about,” Trevor leaned back and looked upwards, supporting his upper body weight on his hands to either side of him on the ground, “We fell through a hole that led to where Alucard was after an attack on the village. After thoroughly trying to beat the shit out of one another, it was agreed upon that we might sadly be the best hope humanity had when standing against Dracula.” He then looked back over to Lucia. “...You know, you already mentioned how you feed. I’ve seen far worse than a vampire taking a bite out of someone who was willing.” Even if he was none too pleased by it, “After what you have managed back in the village, you must need something?”
Jillian was glad that he chose to not doubt her in this. With a nod, she relented, “If you wish then certainly. I became rather good at noticing a few myself. I used to read and go out from the village to retrieve any that may be of use to the healers when villagers began to fall ill. Perhaps we may be able to find some rosemary or chives.” Unfortunately the knowledge available to them had been limited at best. Eventually her assistance proved fatal to her as well.
She then looked back onward to the clearing and hummed quietly to herself. “Hm… I believe our best option would be rabbits. If we were lucky, perhaps deer. It would depend on the deer coming this way, however. The smell is faint by comparison.” She began to step away from the camp, using her sense of smell and watching the ground below for signs of tracks. For a while she focused on this before she decided to ask a question of her own, which had been itching annoyingly at the back of her mind. “You were able to change into a wolf back at the village. Was that what one may call summoning a familiar?” She asked curiously before pausing and kneeling down a bit, eyes focusing on some underbrush where she saw the dirt had been thoroughly disturbed. “Werewolves do not transform in such graceful motions. The sensation feels hot and uncomfortable. Some resemble more of a human form than others. I suppose I got lucky in this regard,” she smiled faintly before holding out a finger to point. “There. Do you see the entrance to a rabbit’s burrow?”
He looked back to the campfire’s flames dancing lazily, embers ever so often floating up into the air to disappear. He had to wonder what his family may think of this turn of events. Would they have been involved much sooner? He seemed to momentarily get lost in thought before he chose to answer, “Well, I ran into Sypha’s family in Gresit who were about to be eradicated for spreading heresy or something of the sort. Sypha had been searching for the sleeping soldier,” at that Sypha chose to take a place at the campfire as well after setting down a pot that contained a couple of things to accompany their upcoming meal. There were a couple of potatoes, easy to travel with along with some basic cutlery. She reached in and took one of the potatoes and began to peel it.
“Well, skipping to the part you care about,” Trevor leaned back and looked upwards, supporting his upper body weight on his hands to either side of him on the ground, “We fell through a hole that led to where Alucard was after an attack on the village. After thoroughly trying to beat the shit out of one another, it was agreed upon that we might sadly be the best hope humanity had when standing against Dracula.” He then looked back over to Lucia. “...You know, you already mentioned how you feed. I’ve seen far worse than a vampire taking a bite out of someone who was willing.” Even if he was none too pleased by it, “After what you have managed back in the village, you must need something?”
Jillian was glad that he chose to not doubt her in this. With a nod, she relented, “If you wish then certainly. I became rather good at noticing a few myself. I used to read and go out from the village to retrieve any that may be of use to the healers when villagers began to fall ill. Perhaps we may be able to find some rosemary or chives.” Unfortunately the knowledge available to them had been limited at best. Eventually her assistance proved fatal to her as well.
She then looked back onward to the clearing and hummed quietly to herself. “Hm… I believe our best option would be rabbits. If we were lucky, perhaps deer. It would depend on the deer coming this way, however. The smell is faint by comparison.” She began to step away from the camp, using her sense of smell and watching the ground below for signs of tracks. For a while she focused on this before she decided to ask a question of her own, which had been itching annoyingly at the back of her mind. “You were able to change into a wolf back at the village. Was that what one may call summoning a familiar?” She asked curiously before pausing and kneeling down a bit, eyes focusing on some underbrush where she saw the dirt had been thoroughly disturbed. “Werewolves do not transform in such graceful motions. The sensation feels hot and uncomfortable. Some resemble more of a human form than others. I suppose I got lucky in this regard,” she smiled faintly before holding out a finger to point. “There. Do you see the entrance to a rabbit’s burrow?”
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Sleep and blood. These were the ways vampires healed. Alucard never really took to blood, so sleep made sense. Lucia hummed agreement with Trevor’s assessment of his reasoning for being asleep. It certainly made sense. She should have seen it before. Perhaps she just didn’t want to – wanted to hope there was something left of the Dracula she’d come to respect.
It seemed there wasn’t.
Danica joined Sypha with carrots from their own store to add. Likely, they could pull together a hearty stew with some meat and herbs.
Lucia could only snort at Trevor’s assessment. “Alucard isn’t easy to upset. You must have been quite offensive to come to blows,” she commented, figuring she’d get Alucard’s version later. She wondered if he saw it as close to an even match as Trevor did.
Of course, Trevor had to call her on hunger.
“Mmm,” she agreed, “but don’t worry, I won’t offend your delicate sensibilities and drink in front of you. I can wait until you sleep.” Sulla snorted and she tapped his head. He moved away, tossed his mane, but trotted off to go bully Marius, nipping the other nightmare’s side only to be kicked at.
Sulla went to the other side of the carriage, where Johann had taken out some of the dried meat they did keep for the nightmares, and snatched it right out of his hand, earning a bit of a surprised yelp.
Marius, at least, waited patiently.
~***~
“We may need some healing ones as well. My mother was good at such things…I only picked up a rudimentary knowledge,” Alucard thought he’d have all of time for it, so he hadn’t spent much time with it. It was boring, after all. Now, he regretted ever thinking that. “And Trevor tends to get injured. There’s only so much Sypha can cauterize.”
It did work, though.
He followed her out of the camp, and lifted his brows as she called his form a familiar. He laughed, and shook his head, “No – it’s…it’s not the same as yours, I suppose, but it is still my body. You must have noticed Lucia also takes the form of an owl? There are some vampires who can manipulate their body. Some can even just become mist. I don’t quite know why it isn’t bone breaking and painful, but I’d rather it not become that way to make sense,” he chuckled, “I suspect it’s tied to whatever magic keeps vampires alive.”
He didn’t know how it then worked in the cases of dhampirs like him, but perhaps one day he’d figure it out, if he ever tried a scientific approach.
“I take it your form is more of a wolf?” she mentioned luck, after all, but this his attention was taken to the burrow.
He nodded.
“How do you want to approach this?”
He understood they needed to get the rabbits, but he doubted it was as easy as just…digging.
It seemed there wasn’t.
Danica joined Sypha with carrots from their own store to add. Likely, they could pull together a hearty stew with some meat and herbs.
Lucia could only snort at Trevor’s assessment. “Alucard isn’t easy to upset. You must have been quite offensive to come to blows,” she commented, figuring she’d get Alucard’s version later. She wondered if he saw it as close to an even match as Trevor did.
Of course, Trevor had to call her on hunger.
“Mmm,” she agreed, “but don’t worry, I won’t offend your delicate sensibilities and drink in front of you. I can wait until you sleep.” Sulla snorted and she tapped his head. He moved away, tossed his mane, but trotted off to go bully Marius, nipping the other nightmare’s side only to be kicked at.
Sulla went to the other side of the carriage, where Johann had taken out some of the dried meat they did keep for the nightmares, and snatched it right out of his hand, earning a bit of a surprised yelp.
Marius, at least, waited patiently.
~***~
“We may need some healing ones as well. My mother was good at such things…I only picked up a rudimentary knowledge,” Alucard thought he’d have all of time for it, so he hadn’t spent much time with it. It was boring, after all. Now, he regretted ever thinking that. “And Trevor tends to get injured. There’s only so much Sypha can cauterize.”
It did work, though.
He followed her out of the camp, and lifted his brows as she called his form a familiar. He laughed, and shook his head, “No – it’s…it’s not the same as yours, I suppose, but it is still my body. You must have noticed Lucia also takes the form of an owl? There are some vampires who can manipulate their body. Some can even just become mist. I don’t quite know why it isn’t bone breaking and painful, but I’d rather it not become that way to make sense,” he chuckled, “I suspect it’s tied to whatever magic keeps vampires alive.”
He didn’t know how it then worked in the cases of dhampirs like him, but perhaps one day he’d figure it out, if he ever tried a scientific approach.
“I take it your form is more of a wolf?” she mentioned luck, after all, but this his attention was taken to the burrow.
He nodded.
“How do you want to approach this?”
He understood they needed to get the rabbits, but he doubted it was as easy as just…digging.
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