IC Contact Post

[stoneup]

TEXT | VOICE | VIDEO

Comments

[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. ]

[stoneup]

Mm. But it still fucking sucks.

[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.

[goneforawalk]

Yes.

[ he watches kind of dispassionately but he does grip the tumbler when he's directed to. he feels far off, thinking about how he lost her the first time and how it turned out. all because he was selfish and petty and cruel. ]

I've wondered who it was for eighty years and now this.

[ he takes a drink, a long one, and doesn't stop until his tumbler is empty. then he rests it on his knee, not looking at trevor for a long time. when he finally does, at least he's focused. it's better than this vague staring he's been doing.

he's always been so ambivalent about them as his enemies. lackadaisical. but now the hatred and anger boil under his skin, buried under the numb feeling of loss sitting like ice on him. ]

I wish I'd made them suffer.

[ more than he did: he'd been on such a time crunch, had to work so fast. but if only he'd been able to torture them all. ]

She never did anything wrong. It's my fault this happened to her.

[stoneup]

[Trevor not being drunk all the time means that he actually uses his brain. Even if it means that he's often wandering to unpleasant thoughts like the death of his family, it also means that ... maybe he can give advice.

Ironically, he thinks back to the way that his Alucard had been, killing his own father. He's not sure if it will help, but...]

Do you think that's something she would have wanted? For them to suffer.

[He miiiight be slowly leaning in to Alucard, putting just enough weight on the vampire to let him know that he's there. A big, heavy, warm presence.]

[goneforawalk]

[ alucard doesn't stiffen, but thinking about what mina would have wanted sobers him further. he doesn't know how to explain things, doesn't know how to quantify the fact that she wanted nothing to do with him at all.

trevor's weight is there though, against his side, and he thinks about that briefly instead.

finally, he shakes his head. ]

No. [ a rough laugh. ] She hated me and everything I did, she wouldn't want my retribution.

[ she hated him? but he still loves her enough to be this affected. ]