[ 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.]
[ 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. ]
[He picks up one of the tumblers and more or less wraps Alucard's fingers around it so that the vampire is holding it.
He takes a quick drink of his own, tossing most of it back in a gulp, and then half-shifting to turn toward Alucard.
Look, he's learning attentive listening skills. Slowly but surely.]
And they deserve more.
[Trevor has thought many times about what he'd do to the people who'd killed his family, if he'd ever been able to figure out who all of them were. The fact was, though, that there were too many for him to do such a thing.
That's why he hated the Church. The institution itself, the people who ran it.
That's why he hated people who stood back and did nothing while innocent people got hurt.]
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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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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. ]
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[He picks up one of the tumblers and more or less wraps Alucard's fingers around it so that the vampire is holding it.
He takes a quick drink of his own, tossing most of it back in a gulp, and then half-shifting to turn toward Alucard.
Look, he's learning attentive listening skills. Slowly but surely.]
And they deserve more.
[Trevor has thought many times about what he'd do to the people who'd killed his family, if he'd ever been able to figure out who all of them were. The fact was, though, that there were too many for him to do such a thing.
That's why he hated the Church. The institution itself, the people who ran it.
That's why he hated people who stood back and did nothing while innocent people got hurt.]
They always do.
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