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killing a vampire is not as easy as people might think.Β Β only the weak,Β Β the fledglings,Β Β are meager enough to die from a stake to the heart,Β Β and that is only if you get close enough.Β Β the belmonts knew their mortal weakness well and employed ranged weaponry to combat where they would fall shortΒ Β βΒ Β knowing that stronger vampires,Β Β ancient vampires,Β Β are harder to slay.Β Β
when he met trevor belmont it was with fire in his veins,Β Β to avoid the sting of a whip.Β Β to dance just out of reach and then get in close before the man could strike first again.Β Β belmonts know how to kill vampires;Β Β vampires are stronger than their offspring with human kind.
now,Β Β however,Β Β he greets the belmont with raised brow and Β β Β though now not with a sharpened sword Β β Β with a sharpened tongue,Β Β scathing comments and watered down vitriol.Β Β theirs is a dynamic built on sarcasmΒ Β (Β Β and in moments when the sun has went down,Β Β theirs is a dynamic built on curious touches,Β Β on macabre understanding hunter and predator - prey Β ).
alucard brushes a piece of trevorβs shirt to the side,Β Β careful not to touch skin,Β Β and asks with clarity,Β Β purpose,Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Β Β and β¦ Β this scar ?Β Β please tell me you didnβt get this one from a drunken stumble.Β Β Β β
@belmournedΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΊ Β Β Β Β Β starter.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β πππΒ Β disappointed his father would be β trevor, the last of his great beast-hunting lineage, fraternizing with a DHAMPIR. even as volatile as their relationship seems on the surface, trevor has failed the shadow that he stands in merely by allowing alucard to live. at the beginning of their journey, he told himself that he was only doing this because he had to. there was nothing to GAIN from it then.
Β Β Β Β Β but that sounds ... off, now. in traveling together heβs learned more than anything that the belmontsβ trove of knowledge could hope to teach him. they give and take, give and take, in an equal exchange of understanding disguised with biting words and glaring looks. sword and whip retired instead for jab and quip, and every night, they toe the line a little FARTHER. the irony of it all isnβt lost on him.
Β Β Β Β Β half-lidded eyes peer to where alucard is pointingΒ ( he has a lot of scars β he forgets where they all are, sometimes )Β and he hums, quietly. an older one, thin and sharp, curving over his ribs and creeping towards his chest. trevor knows the REAL answer β fourteen years, an angry tousle with some village kids whoβd caught wind of the crest on his back. there was a knife involved.
but he doesnβt dare SAY as much.
β mm. nope. that one too,Β βm afraid.Β βΒ Β he shrugs, arms tucked behind his head. deflecting any air of seriousness with casualty.Β Β β though i can make up some grandiose story about how i defeated a vampire coven bare-handed and naked and emerged with nothing more than that scratch, if youβd prefer.Β β
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