#dravor

[raingkun]

[chasseurlegendaire]

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43. A bloody kiss

(( kinda lost where i was going with this one. but it's related to that "bad end v2" I talked about before. I might end up rewritting something related to this ))

He tried. So hard.

But his injury, the sickness overtaking his body and his delirium had him trapped as much as lying there was. Within Julia’s mountain nook did she briefly leave him heal, dressing his wounds and giving him medicine before leaving after Hector. He thanked her even through his struggle to stay alive. But she never returned. Instead, what came for him was neither who he expected nor wanted, as the figure that nearly crushes him isn’t Hector, either.

The struggle meant nothing. He was taken advantage of once again, blood soaked bandages torn from him and the rest of the linens keeping him warm. Trevor is cold and growing more so by the second, as Dracula made it all too clear of what his intentions are. He can hear that voice - he swears it sounded like Hector, but hollow and distant - telling him that there’s no hope. Not when he needs to be taught why one does not cross the king of vampires, the Dark Lord.

He hates how vulnerable he’s become, too weak to even strike Dracula or put much effort into pushing his face back. Nothing stopped the monster’s fangs from violently puncturing his neck, holding him down and draining him dry. Parts of his body went instantly numb, his legs bent at the knee in an attempt to push against this oppressive shadow, but no strength came to aid him. Trevor’s heart, as fast as it was pounding before, begins to slow down with his squirming. He knows now that he will die, yet. His body, his soul, his very being now belongs to Dracula to do as he pleases. His sense of feeling still remains in part, being pulled into a sickeningly familiar embrace saved for lovers, fangs gone from his neck and to his chest. He gasps for breath that does him no justice, lungs failing to function fully. His body is betraying him as Trevor can feel the end coming, his fingers curling unconsciously against familiar silver hair, back arched with the help of claw tipped hands and his mouth now slack and violated.

It’s the last thing he sees.

The kiss administered a part of his own blood - oh God, he is tasting himself and that of something infernal - and he just. Cannot. Fight anymore. Dracula silently, all while having stolen the face of his newest companion, force fed his captive. Dark blood is seeping into their kiss, belonging to the Count himself, and it tastes like liquid sin. There’s a spark and the fallen hunter can kiss him back if only to get more at that taste. It’s the curse making him move even as he is dead. It has to be. He can only pretend that it’s Hector, that after this things will go back to normal and he can run home to his wife with two new friends for her to share. Not the punishment of becoming a likely plaything for an angry beast who will resume his bloody reign over Wallachia.

And he hears it. Or doesn’t, as his heart stopped moments ago. His body has died. His spirit is sold even when it was never for purchase. Stolen by his family’s ancient enemy who, this time, isn’t going to stop when his heart does.

When he wakes next, he won’t be Trevor C. Belmont anymore.

[mieldyne]

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

not me falling asleep and forgetting what the tulip meant also this one is hella obvious Also added more, i'm generous since I really wanna get these out one day but I can't keep them to myself forever.

Prompt was "Trevor trips and Dracula thinks he's flirting"

The Dark Lord is only getting started, he knows so. But once again he gasps for air and hears a small chuckle, heart pumping madly after the kiss is broken. Brilliant blue eyes are moist and lost, lustful even and sweat already making his temple a magnet for brunette strands. “You should see yourself. My little hunter is barely being touched and already he’s nearly out for the count?” Dracula’s voice is so irritatingly sweet and dripping with intent. Again those deep eyes, yet unscarred by a near deadly claw attack, stare up at his captor and just glares at him. “S-so what if it? Do you want me to praise you, devil?!” Trevor spat at him, his eyebrows curving and a luminescent blush appeared on his face.

(( this part was hella beyond suggestive fff this is probably safe ))

[beevean]

Dravor + ring. >:3

(inspired by this post and OP noticing that Dracula apparently wore his ring specifically for the fight)

Leon's child had proven himself to be as formidable as his forefather. Dracula decided to reward him, by presenting himself in his most regal form, crackling with dark magic.

He even wore his best ring just for the occasion. Just so that the boy will remember his hand, after Dracula gouged his eye out.

Leon was staring back at him from his child, and he would not stand for that.

[thefatedfinwe]

Aicarmo for @ossoraca

[chasseurlegendaire]

{OOC} Also feel as though Trevor is confused still on how he should act or feel based on his hunger, which is likely going to be a thing forever. He may not even know how long he's actually been down there and if he even can get out of that space. There's probably no physical way to get out. Because I doubt Dracula would put him in a place he actually could have escaped from.

Trevor is going to be looping back and around and realizing he can't get out. If he cares or thinks he should care. He still believed that all vampires are evil but he may wonder if he is, too? He's being kept fed with meals just dropped in there for him to get out his vampire instincts but it's probably not enough. It's mind games too, because Dracula does want him to suffer, he'll go through periods where he's forgotten about even as he scratches the stone walls and cries out in various ways. At no point does he try to take himself out because he wouldn't dare until he can reach Dracula.

It probably will be his trial period where he just is worked out until he can be useful. But I think that Dracula would just kill him by then. He's going to break him. So it's back and forth with the dangling attention above his head, punishing him, forgetting about him and then giving him tender loving care as if he was the only thing he needed to survive. Then just take it all away like he did with everything else. Now you know how it feels, Trevor. But your soul is damned.

"I'll see you in Hell, then."

Alt idea: Trevor is used as a weapon to get to the rest of the family, as he did actually impregnate Sypha... their child had children and so on. Maybe Trevor isn't immune to everything as he said he was. Or maybe he delights in tasting his family's blood?

[radiant-featherball]

Nothing could prepare Isaac for the scene in the throne room.

The wretched Belmont was slouching on Lord Dracula's throne. And what was Lord Dracula's response to this mockery? His Lord, the immortal who transcend all human knowledge, the great King of Darkness, the Chief of the clan of the night and the Dark Lord, was crouching down for a mere human. Blasphemy! This was blasphemy!

The disgusting vampire hunter stroked the ivory silky hair with his filthy hands and yet Lord Dracula merely gazed longingly up on the Belmont. Isaac had devoted his life and sacrificed his body for Lord Dracula but He had never looked at him with such gentle eyes.

This was hell. Hector must have killed him, and he was now in Hell.