bad end human farming AU for dhampyrrhic

[doesitanyway]

[ Things could certainly be going better. Trevor and Sypha have been traveling some time; they caught up with her caravan and discovered that Camilla's forces have moved beyond Brailla, which was.... harvested, for lack of a better term, as they seem to be moving forward with their human eradication and farming plan. It's too much for them to fight, too much for them to fathom, so after discussion Sypha decided to stay with her caravan for the time being and Trevor will go back to get help from Alucard.

They tried contacting him with the distance mirror, with magic, but it sits unrepaired in the hold. Trevor has no idea what he's traveling back to, if the castle has been overwhelmed despite the trio doing their best for the world -- who would know? Who would care? People were still people, prejudiced and blinded by fear. Trevor had been like that at first. He understands, even if he hates it.

But the castle stands, as he approaches on horseback. He ties the animal to a tree with a rub on the nose and promise of fruit when he returns -- the apple trees behind the property still bear it -- and heads inside. With no care for who else may be in there, he calls out, seeking his friend. ]

Hello! It is I, the last Belmont, seeking one sulky half vampire bastard! Alucard, are you home?

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[dhampyrrhic]

( his home was not always a crypt. there were times in his youth when echoing peals of his mother's silvery laughter could be heard from the farthest reaching corridors. his father, too, would laugh. a deep, resonant sound most often brought about by his mother's wicked sense of humor. it was a home once. it does not feel that way now.

funny, how he spends more time in the belmont hold than he does in the castle. he tells himself it is out of respect for trevor — that he ought to repair the shelves, collect the books, repair what damages he can. he finds the occasional oddity of the belmont legacy, and finds that he will often hold up some curiosity and turn to address someone who isn't there. he misses sypha most poignantly in those moments. belmont himself he is of middling opinion of, but even his presence would be a welcome deviation from the silence.

how he comes to hate the empty, airless echo of the castle.

he is sitting cross-legged on the floor, picking his way through an account of one anne belmont from some centuries past (she was an expert, apparently, on the engines that moved the castle, he is attempting to find a solution to sypha's destruction) when he hears it, the distant and frankly rather cacophonous call of his. well, he supposes belmont is a friend, after a fashion.

(he hadn't, by needs, ever had those before. it still feels an odd thing to claim.)

he sets the book aside with a marker between the pages. she lead a fascinating life, this ancestor of trevor's, even if she turns out not to hold the answer he seeks.

on entering the open foyer: )

A pity that vampires are the only creatures that require permission to cross a threshold, and not ill-mannered vampire hunters.

( there's no heat to it. in fact, he is glad to see the man — something he expects shows in some small amount on his face. )