[Trevor can't say he understands that level of obsession, but he thinks he can probably picture it after seeing how Dracula reacted to his wife being burned at the stake, in his world. Even if their love wasn't romantic, it was still -- all encompassing in some ways, it seemed, if their previous conversations about Integra had told him much.
He seems satisfied enough with the answer about the memorial.
At least they're getting away from talking about the most depressing parts of this conversation. He blinks, though, glancing down-slash-over at the vampire.]
That doesn't surprise me. People love to tell stories about Dracula, so I'm sure a novel would be the next logical step.
[ it's a very similar obsession, really. in contrast to his sorrow now, if something happened to integra he would burn the whole world and himself down to avenge her, and he wouldn't rest until it was completed.
that's just how he is.
as for the novel, he huffs out a weak laugh. ] You're right. There are plenty of stories, but I think that one's the most enduring. People love it because I lose at the end. It gives them peace of mind knowing that monsters can lose.
It was mostly letters transcribed directly. So unless he changed the contents, it seems realistic enough. I've read it a few times over the years, just to see how they all thought about things. It's... interesting, if nothing else. How meticulous their planning was.
Huh. So someone was actually interested in getting most of the story correct.
[That speaks more to him about a historian than someone wanting to just write a novel, but -- well, what does he really know about that kind of thing?]
Do you still have the letters? I've got -- not much left of the people I lost.
[ most people think it's a fictional account, of course: no one wants to believe that dracula was real. alucard pauses and then shakes his head, frowning. ]
I was never granted access to their letters. I just have the book, which is as close as I'll get.
[He tips the whiskey bottle into his own glass, since it's been a little while since he's had any drink. If Alucard's more than half-done his, he'll top up just a splash.]
And most stories are one sided. Getting both sides can prove a challenge.
[ he nods his thanks for the top up, taking another drink just after. at least he's going slower, now. ]
No one wants my side, it's awful. It'd all be missives to my servant and complaining about how the humans just don't understand that they should give me what I want.
[Trevor can't help the light chuckle. He's relaxing a little with the drink, his arm around Alucard at once heavier and somehow more casual.]
God, that does sound like torture. I ought to be glad the other Noble houses never wanted anything to do with us. It was weird enough having caretakers now and again.
[They never seemed to last long -- either they became untrustworthy, or they left of their own volition. Some things in the Belmont household couldn't be easily unseen.]
I was absolutely insufferable even when I was pretending to be nice. Renfield was the closest thing to a friend I had, and I was controlling him for my own gain.
[ a mess. at least he's cognizant that it was bad. he seems like it anyway. ]
[It makes him wonder whether Alucard's father would've gotten better if he'd had the chance. He shakes that thought off, though, and settles for looking at Alucard again.]
You seem like you're doing better to be rid of all that, too.
It takes the right person. I bucked against my first master until the day he died. Tried to kill him whenever he slipped up. But he was... a special case. His son was marginally better, and now there's Integra.
[ let's not talk about how he was gonna eat her. anyway he likes getting stepped on, how dare you not make the joke. ]
The reason I'm immune to everything is because he experimented on me for years. I'm not as I once was, but he wanted to use me as an unstoppable weapon, so it suited his needs.
[ another faint snort. ]
He was definitely boastful. I used to ask him where Mina was, just to know she was still alive, and he would hold it over my head but never tell me. He was very... proud, to have Dracula under his thumb.
[There's defeating a fierce wolf and then trying to teach it to not eat everything in sight, and then there's defeating a wolf, beating and starving it intentionally, and then expecting it to do something other than just straight up murder you as soon as it can.]
[ he's oddly... blase about it, now. but perhaps it's because it's been over a hundred years and also abraham is fucking dead. finally. ]
That's definitely how it feels. Instead of a tool or a monster, I'm a person. What a strange feeling, after a hundred years.
[ to be stripped of personhood for a century is... a lot, really, and he's still struck by it at times, the thought that to integra, he's not just a machine. ]
He was... zealous, and used many of the same methods I did. Intimidation, pain. He wanted me frightened of him. [ a slight shrug. ] It never worked, but it was a valiant try.
[The head dropping against his shoulder is a familiar enough feeling for Trevor that it barely registers. In fact, he reaches up with some amount of reflex to brush back his hair absently before he really registers it.
Well ... no takebacks.
He cleverly covers the aftermath of whatever that was by taking a sip of his own drink and trying to turn the grin into more of a smirk.]
They also seem to settle for looking at your face, most of the time.
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He seems satisfied enough with the answer about the memorial.
At least they're getting away from talking about the most depressing parts of this conversation. He blinks, though, glancing down-slash-over at the vampire.]
That doesn't surprise me. People love to tell stories about Dracula, so I'm sure a novel would be the next logical step.
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that's just how he is.
as for the novel, he huffs out a weak laugh. ] You're right. There are plenty of stories, but I think that one's the most enduring. People love it because I lose at the end. It gives them peace of mind knowing that monsters can lose.
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[Trevor knows from experience what kind of life that makes you live. He shrugs his shoulders.]
Most people who tell and write stories weren't even there when things happened, so I'm fucking shocked they got any of it right, actually.
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[ he's thoughtful a moment, before nodding. ]
It was mostly letters transcribed directly. So unless he changed the contents, it seems realistic enough. I've read it a few times over the years, just to see how they all thought about things. It's... interesting, if nothing else. How meticulous their planning was.
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[That speaks more to him about a historian than someone wanting to just write a novel, but -- well, what does he really know about that kind of thing?]
Do you still have the letters? I've got -- not much left of the people I lost.
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[ most people think it's a fictional account, of course: no one wants to believe that dracula was real. alucard pauses and then shakes his head, frowning. ]
I was never granted access to their letters. I just have the book, which is as close as I'll get.
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[He tips the whiskey bottle into his own glass, since it's been a little while since he's had any drink. If Alucard's more than half-done his, he'll top up just a splash.]
And most stories are one sided. Getting both sides can prove a challenge.
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[ he nods his thanks for the top up, taking another drink just after. at least he's going slower, now. ]
No one wants my side, it's awful. It'd all be missives to my servant and complaining about how the humans just don't understand that they should give me what I want.
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God, that does sound like torture. I ought to be glad the other Noble houses never wanted anything to do with us. It was weird enough having caretakers now and again.
[They never seemed to last long -- either they became untrustworthy, or they left of their own volition. Some things in the Belmont household couldn't be easily unseen.]
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[ a mess. at least he's cognizant that it was bad. he seems like it anyway. ]
It feels... better, to be rid of all of that.
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You seem like you're doing better to be rid of all that, too.
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[ a sigh. ]
If that takes being leashed, so be it.
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I guess if it works for you and you've got someone willing to step in, so to speak.
[Don't make a 'step on vampires' joke, Trevor. Don't do it.]
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It takes the right person. I bucked against my first master until the day he died. Tried to kill him whenever he slipped up. But he was... a special case. His son was marginally better, and now there's Integra.
[ let's not talk about how he was gonna eat her. anyway he likes getting stepped on, how dare you not make the joke. ]
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What, he didn't figure out how much you liked being stepped on until it was too late or something?
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I wish that were the case, but I do have a type and it's 'willing to tell me to shut the fuck up.' [ he smiles faintly, reminiscent. ]
He was the one that defeated me, that came the closest anyone had to killing me.
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Incidentally, 'shut the fuck up' is a phrase that literally passes his lips on a fairly regular basis with varying levels of seriousness.]
So -- he didn't tell you to shut up because he wanted to gloat about his victory?
[That's his guess, at least. It seems like the sort of stupid, prideful thing someone would do.]
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[ another faint snort. ]
He was definitely boastful. I used to ask him where Mina was, just to know she was still alive, and he would hold it over my head but never tell me. He was very... proud, to have Dracula under his thumb.
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What a fucking idiot.
[There's defeating a fierce wolf and then trying to teach it to not eat everything in sight, and then there's defeating a wolf, beating and starving it intentionally, and then expecting it to do something other than just straight up murder you as soon as it can.]
Sounds like you've been trading up.
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That's definitely how it feels. Instead of a tool or a monster, I'm a person. What a strange feeling, after a hundred years.
[ to be stripped of personhood for a century is... a lot, really, and he's still struck by it at times, the thought that to integra, he's not just a machine. ]
He was... zealous, and used many of the same methods I did. Intimidation, pain. He wanted me frightened of him. [ a slight shrug. ] It never worked, but it was a valiant try.
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It might not've been a hundred years for me, but -- yeah, I get that.
[He'd say 'you'll get used to people not just wanting to hit you in the face', but Trevor still hasn't exactly gotten used to it. Not fully.]
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[ it definitely makes it easier to socialize when people aren't terrified of you, though. ]
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[He half-grins, sideways.]
People here are more interested in what your ass looks like in tight pants, most of the time.
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[ a soft laugh, and he tips his head back. he's still kind of leaning on trevor, so it thunks on his shoulder. ]
Maybe I should stop wearing my coat, then. It gets in the way.
[ alucard... ]
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Well ... no takebacks.
He cleverly covers the aftermath of whatever that was by taking a sip of his own drink and trying to turn the grin into more of a smirk.]
They also seem to settle for looking at your face, most of the time.
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