[ it takes him a while. he has to sit, and process, and cry. and break a few things in his apartment.
okay, a lot of things. he'll clean it up later when he wants to die a little less.
but eventually he arrives at trevor's, and he knocks.
he absofuckinglutely looks like shit. gone are his hat and sunglasses and ever-present grin full of knives. instead stands a vampire that looks exhausted and dull, like his soul's been dampened with the news.
Trevor knows that look only because he's seen it on the other Alucard. More than once, even, if he's honest with himself.
He barely knows the vampire, and he's already offered the guy his home -- but he obviously needs more than that.
Wordlessly, he steps back from the door.
There's already two tumblers and the remains of the whiskey on the table, and Trevor drops down onto the sofa with enough room for Alucard to join beside him.]
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were people the one making these vampires, or vampires themselves?
unless talking about it is
weird
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during the first war i fought them in they were making werewolves, then they started with vampires
i'm not sure if the doctor ever turned himself though, he was incredibly long-lived
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[See? Humans can just be the worst.]
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fuck.
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even i can be wrong
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[He's ... trying to be sympathetic?]
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that's true
honestly what bothers me most is we still don't know where they got the supplies to make them from
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from a vampire and a werewolf, one presumes
or some sort of ancient lorebook
or a combination
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like we split things 50/50 and we're only half in trouble?
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she just told me
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i've got more whiskey
and the couch
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i'll be over
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okay, a lot of things. he'll clean it up later when he wants to die a little less.
but eventually he arrives at trevor's, and he knocks.
he absofuckinglutely looks like shit. gone are his hat and sunglasses and ever-present grin full of knives. instead stands a vampire that looks exhausted and dull, like his soul's been dampened with the news.
it's his fault. ]
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Trevor knows that look only because he's seen it on the other Alucard. More than once, even, if he's honest with himself.
He barely knows the vampire, and he's already offered the guy his home -- but he obviously needs more than that.
Wordlessly, he steps back from the door.
There's already two tumblers and the remains of the whiskey on the table, and Trevor drops down onto the sofa with enough room for Alucard to join beside him.]
C'mon.
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