Sit on your hands. It's going to be easier. Instincts will...[They'll kick in.
But they both know it, and this is delicate work. Alucard's mother did surgery rarely. It was for those true emergencies, and he had only ever watched once. He was in his current form then, and his mother needed help. His father was away. Traveling. A man had been gored by a great stag, and there were so many fragments still inside. His mother cut through with a sharp knife, his mother removed every fragment, and his mother managed to sew it all back up.
He makes the incision as small as he can, cutting through skin to reach the vein. Trevor's left thigh, because when they're in bed, Alucard always goes for the right one. Habit. Trying to preserve what remains.
He puts no finger into the wound, pulls no skin back, and he curses himself for being at this point. Years ago he promised himself he'd never put fang to vein, never mind skin. All his administrations in bed were always careful of this fact, it was one of the reasons he was so happy to shower them both in affection: because he could be so very human in doing it. Teeth and fangs and tongues sometimes found each other, but that was it.
And now this.
He bites into the vein as gently as he can. If he fed, he'd break the vein, pull it out and glut himself on the spray. As it is, he lets his instinct take over for finding spoiled blood, and he drains it. Vampires drinking the blood of others is uncommon, but it not unheard of. These kinds of battles over familiars happen.
But it is not that. It is no battle. It is surgery and his is the son of a doctor. He will not allow it to be anything else.]
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But they both know it, and this is delicate work. Alucard's mother did surgery rarely. It was for those true emergencies, and he had only ever watched once. He was in his current form then, and his mother needed help. His father was away. Traveling. A man had been gored by a great stag, and there were so many fragments still inside. His mother cut through with a sharp knife, his mother removed every fragment, and his mother managed to sew it all back up.
He makes the incision as small as he can, cutting through skin to reach the vein. Trevor's left thigh, because when they're in bed, Alucard always goes for the right one. Habit. Trying to preserve what remains.
He puts no finger into the wound, pulls no skin back, and he curses himself for being at this point. Years ago he promised himself he'd never put fang to vein, never mind skin. All his administrations in bed were always careful of this fact, it was one of the reasons he was so happy to shower them both in affection: because he could be so very human in doing it. Teeth and fangs and tongues sometimes found each other, but that was it.
And now this.
He bites into the vein as gently as he can. If he fed, he'd break the vein, pull it out and glut himself on the spray. As it is, he lets his instinct take over for finding spoiled blood, and he drains it. Vampires drinking the blood of others is uncommon, but it not unheard of. These kinds of battles over familiars happen.
But it is not that. It is no battle. It is surgery and his is the son of a doctor. He will not allow it to be anything else.]