reposing | reincarnation vampire lord

reincarnation vampire lord | miraclewhip

Ultimately, what ends up being the most logical choice is the one he hates the most, but there have been many people vying for the power vacuum that Dracula had left. The greedy, the pompous, self-righteous -- too many have tried to claim the empty throne in his father's castle, and all have fallen. But the courts will never be happy to leave it vacant, and he's tired of the fighting.

So he takes it himself, crushing anyone that tries to overthrow him. Otherwise, he prefers to be merciful and benevolent, even if he loathes the politics and having to outright police the rest of the creatures of the night.

It isn't the most ideal. He sees Trevor and Sypha less than he'd prefer, wanting instead to be with them, watch their children grow, to love them. And he does, but just not as much as he'd like.

"They will die one day, my lord," one of the other vampires warn. "Would you fall into the same cycle as your father before you?"

It is a thought. Alucard knows what the intention is: to turn them into vampires like him. But he could never throw them into his world, a world of night and never having daylight. To survive as does. To truly force a Belmont into what they've hunted after all this time? Unacceptable. So he lets them live as they are, human and wonderful, until their last dying day.

And it is on that day that Alucard locks himself away from the rest of the world, deep in the earth with the crypt of his mother and father. To sleep, now that there is nothing else waiting for him alive.

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“Don’t!”

None of this is going at all as Trevisan had intended. The soldiers look from Alucard to their master, and none of them are quite as afraid of Alucard as the one who saw him summon the castle first hand, but all of them are slowly coming to understand that he is the cause of the castle’s movement.They fear their master, yes, but this new vampire is to be feared just as much. Trevisan makes a desperate hand gesture, fingers at his throat, and one of them catches on and repeats it, claws at the man’s throat.

Trevisan takes a moment to collect himself, standing to loom over Alucard, trying to seem threatening in a situation where the only real power he possesses is the hostage.

“I care little for what your will is. But you will tell the vampires of Europe that I act upon it, and then you will vanish. Return to your slumber, or take the human and do whatever it is that you do with them. I will tell you where the other one might be found, even. The alternative- well. They break, do they not? So very easily.”

"Hm. You make a good point."

A flash of red passes through Alucard's eyes, and his sword rises out of its sheath, whirling across the room to behead the soldier threatening the man before very quickly beheading the one next to him. With his hand up, the sword goes flying through the air before having it stop just inches from Trevisan's chest where his heart is.

"Or I will kill all of your men if I so choose. I could even kill you. Alternatively, you can tell me exactly what is happening here. Perhaps we can even be diplomatic about this," Alucard says coldly. "I am Adrian Fahrenheit Ţepeş, son and slayer of Vlad Dracula Ţepeş. Do you think you frighten me even a little bit? And you call all of this... tribute? You're a disastrous insult."

This absolutely is not going as planned for Trevisan. He pales, stepping back from the blade and clearly coming to understand just how far out of his depth he is. Not needing further instruction, the remaining vampires free what is probably not Trevor Belmont.

"Please, my Lord. Please take the boy. I have no use for-" And he stares down the sword,a blade and swallows, choosing his words carefully. "-he is yours. A gift. I ask nothing."

Another desperate gesture, and the man who is not Trevor is shoved forward toward Alucard. He catches himself, looking around him in what seems to be just utter confusion.

"A product of excommunication, I believe. The spirit cannot move on, and it returns to the flesh given time. I knew it would happen, sooner or later. And so I tracked him down. For you, you understand. As a gift."

There is a pause as Alucard gazes down at the man who looks too much like his infuriating and wonderful Trevor. The hair and the eyes are different, no scars, but the face is a clear match. Alucard's eyes soften, becoming gold once more, and he yearns to touch and to discover if this is him.

But he finds he can trust so little of what comes out of Trevisan's mouth.

"Ah, yes. A fine gift," he says flatly. "What thanks you must've dreamt from me."

Yet he wonders. Is it true, of excommunication? A cruel act, but unsurprising of the Church and its human followers. Alas, Trevisan knows more about this than he does.

"What is your name, sir?" Alucard asks the boy who is certainly not Trevor Belmont with a gentle voice, offering his hand to assist him up.

"Trevor."

He stares up at the vampire - and this is, definitely, a vampire and he should absolutely be wary - in confused semi-recognition. If he understands any more of this than Alucard does then he's a better actor than he appears. But he remembers something (a bright but frigid winter day, standing in the cold and cackling at something that was never really funny, a tired sigh from one side). He takes the vampire's hand instead of reaching for the nearest improvised weapon. "Katalin Trefor Stefan, of the House of Belmont."

His voice is similar, though it's clear from his accent that Romanian, not French, is his mother tongue. In near all else, it could be the same man. He is leaner, bonier, but the marks around his wrists give an answer to that - they've healed and reopened many times, he's been held here for a long time.

There's a moment in which Alucard's heart stops hearing the name from the man's lips, but the correction settles with him. Gently, he helps him stand, but does no more to him or for him. Oh, he even sounds like Trevor. He'd never thought he'd hear his voice again, or Sypha's, but he hears it. His heart breaks all over again.

He is frightened, admittedly, to take this as he has been told, that this is Trevor in a new life. If it isn't true, he cannot bear it. If it is true, then how could he demand this man to live an old life with him?

But first, and foremost, he will do right by him.

"Do you wish to go home, Katalin?" Alucard asks. "Do you have a home to return to?"

"Not as such."

He really ought to. But even now, he cannot quite bring himself to return to the family who raised him He knows that they would absolutely welcome him back, but- Ottoman occupation complicates everything. He would rather remain in Trevisan's feeding cells than sleep under the same roof as some of the people in the Belmont house.

Trevesan cannot back away from the blade any further, cornered against Dracula's throne.

"You can have him, my Lord! A gift! A gift from me, most loyal of your servants!"

"I see," Alucard says softly. "My deepest apologies for how you've been treated, Katalin."

And he would love to continue that particular conversation, but Trevisan has to shriek and cower like every other vampire who grovels until they feel like they're within reach of what they want or deserve. The annoyance is clear on Alucard's face and turns to look at him sharply.

"No. You owe me one last boon, Trevisan. You said you knew where she was. Give me your information, and our meeting will end. That I promise you."

Trevisan nods desperately. Anything, anything to turn away the sword in front of him. He didn’t live this long by being proud.

“The eldest daughter of the Aurin family.” He says. “She studies herbalism and magic under her grandparents as they travel. Warded as they are against magic, they are difficult to track further.”

Katalin looks like he has something to add, but he has no real desire to actually help this vampire get out of the mess that he’s caused for himself. Instead he only clenches his fists, torn between rushing at Trevisan again and keeping Alucard between him and the vampire. It’s the latter that he ends up doing, settling for just glaring at his former captor.

"That'll do, Trevisan."

Without another word, Alucard sends his blade piercing through Trevisan's heart, immediately killing him. Turning around, he addresses the remaining vampires: "Leave this castle. Leave, and never return. Find your own lives that don't include kidnapping men. Should I hear of any of you again, you will join your former master."

Holding out his hand, he summons his word, snatching it out of the air without a glance before sheathing it. Alucard looks to Katalin, his expression far less stern. "Come with me, if nothing else so you can have a decent meal and a proper night's sleep. But you're a free man. Stay, or go as you please."

The remaining vampires flee. It’s not an orderly process. They trip over one another, some pushing others out of the way to be the first to the castle doors. Those that are capable of it sink into shadows and are gone. The youngest, the one who had been sent to find Alucard in the first place, bows quickly before they join their companions in escape. Trevisan’s men are gone before his body has become ash.

It’s only when they’re gone that Katalin’s shoulders sink again and he begins to try to massage sensation back into his wrists. His rescue is undoubtedly a vampire, and he knows better than to let his guard down entirely. But at the same time, this vampire is undoubtedly his rescuer. And ‘you’re a free man’ is more than he’s heard from half of the men in this country.

“The fuck is going on? And why did you want to know where Sophie is? I’m not so grateful that I’ll let you hurt her.” He settles on wary and combatative, because that seems like an appropriate response to any vampire, even one who’s just saved him.

Once more, the castle is empty. As it should be, Alucard thinks bitterly to himself. Slowly, he begins to walk up the stairs before he slumps tiredly into his father's old throne, allowing himself to be exhausted. After just waking from no blood for centuries and expending energy to summon both the castle and control his sword, he's drained.

Easily solved. He'll deal with that later.

"I'm still putting it together myself," Alucard responds with a soft laugh. "Hell, you sound just like him..."

Maybe Trevisan wasn't wrong. But it didn't make it right for what he'd done, obviously.

"My only concern is ensuring no other idiot is going to try to kidnap you or her to win favor with me," Alucard says sincerely. "You two... perhaps resemble people once important to me. Some vampires squabbling over power attempting to use that sort of thing to control me is not unusual. Stupid, but not surprising. Frankly, if they'd just let me sleep, this whole thing probably could've been avoided."

“Oh.”

He’s not stupid. Or poorly educated about his adoptive family’s history. Or uninformed about who he’s borne an odd resemblance to for years - there’s a reason that the Belmonts gave him the middle name that they did when he wouldn’t respond to his own. A lot of things start to make sense, with that.

“You- are Dracula’s son, aren’t you? Adrian.”

(He was always Adrian, in the strories told by Sophie’s wandering family. Never Alucard. He only even knows the latter name from overhearing Trevisan’s court speaking it.)

He lifts his chin, looking at the man who looks so like Trevor centuries ago. This man is less rude, but no less ready to put his foot down. He wonders about this Sophie, if she has any of Sypha's fire in her too.

It would be terribly selfish, but if nothing else, he would be glad to see that face of hers too.

"I am," Alucard responds softly. "Though no one has called me that for a long time. Vampires and humans used to call me Alucard -- the opposite of my father. Which is true enough."

He smiles faintly. "I hope that is enough to know that I have no intentions of harming you or Sophie."

“Oh. Ought I call you that?”

He relaxes. Even if he has no clue what’s going on here he, unlike the Trevor of 300 years ago, Has known safety recently enough to recognise it when he experiences it.

“I couldn’t tell you where she is. The soldiers- they don’t have a lot of love for the travelling people- not that many others do, or that they have a lot of love for anyone, but it’s worse for them. They have to be on the move constantly to stay safe.” He shrugs. “But she’s- nice? Good at convincing you that what she wants you to do was your own idea all along. Dresses like a boy sometimes. Very- very clever. Good at... smiling? And at magic.”

This is the tone of someone who is abosolutely head over heels but who isn’t entirely clever enough to realise it. Also the tone of someone who has forgotten that until very recently he was in chains and that also he’s talking to a vampire. Soft and wistful. He could talk about Sophie Aurin all fucking day. “She likes to plant things, and then she moves on, and she gets upset that she can never see if they grow or not.”

"...No. Adrian is fine," he says softly. It's foolish, but maybe he can hardly deny this man anything, even if he turns out to have nothing to do with Trevor after all.

With a weary sigh, he stands, even if there is everything in his body that says to sleep or feed, but staves it off. Calmly, he gestures for Katalin to follow him. To himself, Alucard smiles, amused at how smitten the man sounds.

Ah, he thinks. Even if there is something to this, he wouldn't intervene. He'll certainly ensure they are safe, but perhaps that should be the extent of it.

"We have time to research and find her. How did you two meet?" Alucard asks, slowly working through the castle to reach the kitchens. He assumes that they've fed Katalin. Probably. Hopefully.

Ah. He looks away, trying to answer that in a way that isn’t completely incompehensible to a vampire who presumably has no interest in human affairs.

“Her caravan took me in, about ten years ago. And I thought she was a boy, and she thought that Katalin was a girl’s name, and so- everyone was very confused.” Is what he settles on, because really there’s no need to discuss why he needed taking in in the first place. ”After they took me to the Belmont house, we’d see each other again each winter. Travel’s hard in winter, so they’d stop there until the snows melted.”

"Caravan. Are they Speakers? Presuming the tribes still exist." He does sound sincerely interested, his smile warm. "Though I am told looking like a boy is safer to travel as, to her credit."

The kitchens are... somewhat stocked. A few levels above, perhaps, prison food, at least in the way there isn't any apparent mold in anything, but vampires don't have much reason to keep a stock. Alucard grumbles to himself, but he does manage to find an apple, stale bread, and a bit of dried meat to set for Katalin.

"Hardly a meal, but I'll aim to find something more substantial when I'm able," Alucard says flatly, more annoyed at the situation than he is directing it at the boy. For himself, he's taking one of the stores of blood to feed himself with, rubbing his eyes as if to chase away the lingering sleep. "Why is the Belmont home no longer viable for you?"

“They are. And they are infuriating. She wouldn’t need to dress like that if they would only let her defend herself against anyone who thought to attack a woman on the road. It would hardly be a great loss.”

He huffs for a moment, making it more than clear what he thinks of the speakers’ vows of nonviolence. But then there is food, and he has to pause to practically inhale it. He has been fed, if not well, but he has also been fed from. The meat, especially, is more than apprectiated.

It occurs to him that he has never seen a sleepy vampire before. It’s a little entertaining, watching one be so human at him, guard entirely down. It’s the oinly reason he’s willing to answer that question honestly.

“I don’t know that vampires care much for human affairs, but- in short, the country is occupied. House Belmont is bound to host the soldiers when they ask it. I don’t get along with the soldiers.”

"I see the newer generation leans very favorably for pacifism. Not a surprise." Alucard chuckles softly. "I wonder how she feels."

It's a bit endearing to see Katalin so worked up about it. Trevor would be the same, he thinks, and Sypha was never one to let others dictate how she'd present herself. How curious.

"Depends on the vampire, but most don't, I suppose. I've been away for awhile yet." Alucard pauses, then scowls. "Occupied? By who? I loathe to think that House Belmont is occupied by anyone unworthy of it."

He tears at the meat just a little more angrily.

“I should have to write a fucking list, at this point. The Hungarians, to the north. The Ottomans, in Wallachia proper. They each want each other’s lands, and Wallachia and Transylvania are between them.” He grows more and more aggressive toward the poor peice of dried meat as he speaks, until it seems almost like the tearing it apart is more important to him than the eating (and the eating seems terribly, terribly important to him). “The law of the land is that all households must host the soldiers when asked. It’s why Sophie and her people can’t come back to the Belmont House in winter anymore, because they wouldn’t treat the Speakers well, and the Speakers won’t fucking defend themselves if anything goes wrong.”

"Thus the problem, and I take it you're a man who doesn't appreciate their authority." Alucard sighs, nursing his glass of blood. It's far from fresh, left in cold storage for who knows how many days, but it'll perk him up more than nothing. "Bit of a mess that I've woken to. Some things really don't change."

A finger taps on the table. "The Belmont Estate. I wonder if it's still... hm." He frowns. "I don't suppose it's moved in the past three centuries to your knowledge?"

He tops off the glass, then refills it. Might as well, no one else is going to, since he's chased out the other vampires.

“I- shouldn’t think so. I suppose it means little if you can move castles, but I can’t think how anyone might go about moving a great hole in the ground.” He’s confused enough even trying to get his head around the concept to calm him a little, and so when he goes on it’s more subdued. Softer.

“There was a rebellion, a decade ago. It failed, and they punished innocent people for it. That’s why the Speakers had to take me in. I know why they aren’t refusing, because they aren’t the ones who’ll be punished if they do. I still fucking hate it.”

For a moment, Alucard is quiet. Honestly, he doesn't think that he could fix this cleanly, not in a way that would be quick and satisfying. He isn't eager to become involved in anyone's problems... but then, that'd been the debate between his parents, hadn't it? If one has power to make a change, then one should try.

"So I suppose if I went up to the Belmont Estate and demanded their leave, it would not be taken too well. It is, technically, my property." Even if he'd more or less granted it back to the Belmonts; through the travels Sypha and Trevor had done, he worked himself to make them a home to return to. It was their home, more than the castle could be for Alucard. He'd watched them grow old there. Watched their children grow under that roof.

It doesn't belong to anyone else.

"Let's say we pay the Belmonts a visit and I throw out a few invaders. What would they do, Katalin? Return with pitchforks and torches and anger?" Alucard speaks mildly, thinking. "No, maybe more like swords and spears."

“It was muskets and abus guns, when they came to my home.” He mumbles bitterly. “And it wasn’t the people who fought back that they returned to.”

He’s not well positioned to understand the irony of it, how Wallachia was saved from Dracula only for it to be humans who came to tear it apart. It’s harder to appreciate when it happens over 300 years.

“This must be a lot to fucking wake up to. I’m sorry.”

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