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[goneforawalk]

they started out as humans

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

[stoneup]

then all the better that you got rid of the lot of them.

[See? Humans can just be the worst.]

[goneforawalk]

honestly they were bad enough before the werewolves and vampires, i should have killed them all sooner than i did

[stoneup]

but...no orders?

[goneforawalk]

orders that i failed in carrying out properly

[stoneup]

ah

fuck.

[goneforawalk]

they escaped, the war ended nonetheless, i thought it was done

even i can be wrong

[stoneup]

so long as the war was done, i can see why you'd think that.

[He's ... trying to be sympathetic?]

[goneforawalk]

[ he's doing a pretty okay job of it? ]

that's true

honestly what bothers me most is we still don't know where they got the supplies to make them from

[stoneup]

well

from a vampire and a werewolf, one presumes

or some sort of ancient lorebook

or a combination

[goneforawalk]

well naturally but to be as strong as they were they had to have been someone important so i've always wondered who

[stoneup]

does Rip know anything about the shitheads that created her?

[goneforawalk]

yes and i'm tempted to pry it out of her

[stoneup]

so technically you're following the rules if i help with the prying, right

like we split things 50/50 and we're only half in trouble?

[goneforawalk]

i can deal with that split

[stoneup]

it's a deal

[goneforawalk]

we won't have to

she just told me

[stoneup]

that doesn't seem like a 'good news' sort of she told you

[goneforawalk]

they used the woman i loved, the woman i died for, to make their fucking vampires

[stoneup]

shit

i've got more whiskey

and the couch

[goneforawalk]

thank you

i'll be over

[stoneup]

see you soon.

[goneforawalk]

[ 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.

it's his fault. ]

[stoneup]

[Ah, hell.

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.

[goneforawalk]

[ if he'd known sooner, if he could have done something, he would have ripped every single one of them limb from limb with his own two hands instead of letting his souls do the work. he wants to now, to go back in time and rip into them harder and harder.

but it's done, and there's no coming back.

he steps inside after trevor moves, a little listless in his movements. it's better than violence to be sure, but that's because he has nowhere to direct it.

his eyes flick toward the hunter when he sits and he nods slightly, moving to sit next to him. being this taciturn is an odd thing for him, but this is an odd situation.

finally, he speaks: ]

I already killed them all.

[ he can't have catharsis by doing it now. he killed them all without even knowing the full weight of their sins. ]