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Looking upon Dracula’s castle now- his old home, Alucard can’t help but feel the strangest curlings of nostalgia rise up within his chest. He knew it was wrong- he knew it was damn near sacrilegious- but he’d missed the long sweeping turrets and the dark corridors-
Because of this castle, he'd never once been afraid of the dark. Rather, he'd feared the absence of warmth that was ever-present in his childhood. His mother’s laugh always echoed through those looming halls and his father’s guiding hand on his head had shielded him from whatever lurked in the shadows.
It was cold now, the night had grown cruel with winter. The frostbitten trees that had been spared by the behemoth of a lair gust icily in the wind like nothing more than a pile of sticks. It was desolate save for their greatest enemy.
“Are you ready?” Trevor asks him, as they rise to meet their next challenge- one that he’s not sure they’ll all make it out alive for.
Looking at the two people that had been chosen by destiny to join him on this trek- he can’t help but laugh a little. An audacious, tyrannical speaker girl with a penchant for nosiness- and the final dark, bleeding, (but currently sober,) stain on the Belmont family line.
Alucard wants more than anything to believe that this destiny that everyone had spoken of was pure and utter drivel. But as they grew with one another- as he learnt more about his companions and as they learnt more about him… He isn’t sure if that’s quite the case. There’s a very fair chance that the cards that he’d played had been in his own favour after all.
“I want to thank you both for… For joining me.” Alucard tells them, he makes sure to meet their eyes for as long as he can bear. It’s harder than he imagined- there’s a blurriness in his vision that hadn’t been there before. He tries to keep his face a cool stone, marble-like- but it's near impossible. “I know that even if we perish, we will not fail- for if our trio has made it this far without killing each other, anything is possible.”
Trevor makes a face of discomfort, an expression usually saved for when he was trying to sound out a big word in a book. Instead of directing it at a page though, he looks at Alucard. “I know there’s a chance we won’t make it out of there.” He keeps his gaze pinpointed onto the dhampir. “And I know I’ve been one to avoid problems like this one before.” Trevor finally darts his eyes to the ground, “but, ugh, fuck it, I could be a carcass in less than an hour-”
And with the typical Belmont fashion- fast and brutal, Trevor grabs Alucard by his coat then presses their lips together in a kiss.
Alucard is so shocked that he doesn’t close his eyes for the first moment, instead simply embracing the sheer closeness that they were sharing at the moment. The return of Trevor’s dark eyelashes, his flushed cheeks- not spurred on by alcohol for once- his unexpectedly soft hair... Alucard was utterly entranced.
With swift vampiric composure, he closes his eyes and leans into him.
It would be a lie to say that he and the Belmont heir hadn’t been growing… closer over the course of their journey. It would also be a lie to say that Alucard didn’t harbour some tender feelings for the man...
...But he didn’t for a moment think that they could possibly be requited.
It was a true betrayal of his father for him to be embracing a Belmont at this moment but, in the end, that was what they were here to do anyhow.
Trevor wasn’t one to finish things he’d started but he is the first to pull away- with a strange amount of softness, Alucard may add.
“Holy shit.” They can hear Sypha exclaim in the background, her voice sounding just as surprised as Alucard felt on the inside. “You actually did it.”
Trevor meets his eyes with a determined expression, his hands still grasping the lapel of Alucard’s jacket. “Don’t die. There’s a lot of things I want to try with you, vampire boy.”
“I wouldn’t dream of dying quite yet, Bel-” His molten gold eyes soften into something less piercing, like the warm colour of a beginning sunset. “Trevor.”
Whatever was to happen in Dracula’s castle, if they were to die or if they were to prosper in the ashes of Alucard’s own father- there was one thing now that the dhampir was irrevocably sure of;
Despite Belmont’s cloying prickliness, his penchant for too much alcohol and his indisputably infallible stupidity at times-
Alucard, without a doubt, cared immensely for him.
“Let’s do this,” Sypha says, her eyes shining with excitement- almost. She seemed even more exhilarated by the kiss than the actual participants. “For love!”
Trevor chokes on his breath- and Alucard on his lack thereof.
'How about… for humanity?” He coughs, looking uncomfortable at Sypha’s extreme forwardness.
Sypha makes a dismissive noise with her mouth, “it just doesn’t have the same ring to it.”
The doors at Dracula’s castle were looming and frightening- but they were the doors that Alucard grew up within. He would not deter now- he wasn’t afraid. Not this time.
He wasn't alone.
“On my word.”