ofromulus
Pan finds herself bristling - the longer he goes on, she finds herself attempting to calm her anger. Dracula was the intended recipient of her revenge, but he’d…
“He’s dead?”
Pan’s teeth, surely visible to him, flashing in the light - four sharp canines on top, and a matching set on the bottom. Had she sincerely been dead to the world for that long that a Belmont, a speaker and Dracula’s son had truly ended the vampire’s life?
Turning her back, she palms her own face - growling - a raspy grunt leaving her throat. Pan forces herself down, turning back to the younger.
“What now? Who threatens us now - have you killed his son as well?” Pan says, still visibly tense. “Fuck…” She covers her face, her last sentence spoken now muffled:
“I need a drink.”
“ No one, as of yet. ” A hand reached back to scratch at the nape of his neck. His chest rising with the sudden deep breath. Did he kill alucard ? Gods, no.. But should he really tell her that ? Or just leave it be ? It would be BEST to let that topic slide past them, but he didn’t lie to family.
“ Alucard lives. Even though he’s the son of Dracula.. He’s one of the few I trust most with my life. Together, we fought through blood, sweat, and tears , him and I. He guards both the castle and the Belmont family hold. It’s nothing but fact when I say he’s one of us. ”
A hand rested on the handle of his morning star. Lips pulling into a smirk. “ A drink ? I know a bar or two not far from here. ”
