[ Carmilla's time in the castle had broken things other than them and thier possessions. Other people. Other families. The uneasy trust between the closest villages and whatever things resided in the old Belmont estate. People have been hurt. People who do not know of Carmilla's death, who only know that there is in fact a vampire living at the old Belmont estate, in a castle that can only be seen if you squint your eyes and try to catch the sunlight reflecting off something that shouldn't be there.
There is a stake in Trevor's chest. Which is really rather rude. ]
That's not- fuck. Not actually where the heart is.
[ The boy is only about fifteen, maybe sixteen. Too young to be drafted into Carmilla's army. Old enough to know exactly what manner of creature was responsible for whatever it was that drove him to try this. He seems to realize his mistake instantly. Trevor catches his wrist as he tries to pull the stake back. ]
Not yet. Let me find something to press down on it, before I bleed all over the place.
[ By the time Alucard returns from his foraging, Trevor is sat down on the lawn with the still-shaken boy, holding an old washcloth to his chest to apply pressure and stop the bleeding, and talking with him. ]
-just used fallen wood for it, didn't you? That won't work. Too fragile. It'll snap if it so much as glances off the ribs, and then you have a vampire with some really fucking annoying splinters and a good reason to kill you. [ He looks up when he sees Alucard, and shoos the boy away. ] Fuck off for now. Come back in a week or so, once this fucking thing's healed, and we can see about teaching you your arse from your elbow.
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There is a stake in Trevor's chest. Which is really rather rude. ]
That's not- fuck. Not actually where the heart is.
[ The boy is only about fifteen, maybe sixteen. Too young to be drafted into Carmilla's army. Old enough to know exactly what manner of creature was responsible for whatever it was that drove him to try this. He seems to realize his mistake instantly. Trevor catches his wrist as he tries to pull the stake back. ]
Not yet. Let me find something to press down on it, before I bleed all over the place.
[ By the time Alucard returns from his foraging, Trevor is sat down on the lawn with the still-shaken boy, holding an old washcloth to his chest to apply pressure and stop the bleeding, and talking with him. ]
-just used fallen wood for it, didn't you? That won't work. Too fragile. It'll snap if it so much as glances off the ribs, and then you have a vampire with some really fucking annoying splinters and a good reason to kill you. [ He looks up when he sees Alucard, and shoos the boy away. ] Fuck off for now. Come back in a week or so, once this fucking thing's healed, and we can see about teaching you your arse from your elbow.