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[Trevor hates this technology. He yearns for simpler times.]

Straight out of the Gresit catacombs!
God shits in my dinner once again.
Where is the local bar?
I need a soft bed and hard ale.

[He'd woken near a bar but stumbled past it in a daze. Unfortunately. For everyone, obviously. Everything around him was metal and there weren't any windows. Where was all the fresh air? The ground. Why was he wearing horrible gray-green overalls. They did nothing for his complexion or chiseled jaw line.

The network briefly gets an up close shot of his face as he taps the device at his wrist. It's there and gone again.]

Right.
I'll come back later.
Let me know if you can find some beer.

[Or tell him what's going on. Priorities.]

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Then I hope you can manage to be sober enough when we confront my father.

I can't assist you right now, but I've no doubt someone will gladly step in to guide you to the bar.

When we get off this metal boat and back to Wallachia, I'll make sure I'm sober enough to confront your father.

Why can't you?

That's all I would ask.

In short, I had a health complication. I don't know how long it's going to occupy me.

[Oh, God. What now.]

Could you be more descriptive than that?
If you die then..

[He's not finishing that. But something something needs the vampire's help.]

I was afraid if I got more descriptive you wouldn't understand it.

[At least he hasn't stopped being a bit of a sass. There's that.]

I am not dying.
However, there are machines here in the mess hall that can create food appropriate for many species. Including vampires.
Unfortunately, I have come across a bad batch of blood, it seems. It has made me incredibly sick.

I have never been ill before, and it is very unpleasant.

Yes, you are as funny as Sypha believes herself to be.

Now you understand what it feels like to be human.
I would offer you my sympathy but that well has run dry years ago.

Did they rectify the situation?

She is quite funny.

You say that as if I am not at least half.
I expect nothing from you but your cooperation when we return to Wallachia.

I've no idea. I haven't the strength to look into the replicator matter yet.

Says you.

And do you feel as if you're human, being at least half.
You'll get it and I expect the same.

Isn't that important, Alucard?

I think she would agree with me.

That is a complicated thing to answer.

You say this as if I had the strength to do it, Belmont. You underestimate what it has done to me.

I will deny that until confirmation is received.

You've done nothing to explain the extent that was done to you.
How would I know if you don't tell me.

When I arrived here, I just came fresh from the injuries my father dealt to me. I don't know if you knew that part, but now you do know.
I had planned to get to my hold in Gresit in order to recover with sleep and stocked blood. Here, I cannot spare either. I have torn my wound open while helping repair the gravity that was disrupted last week. It was not until I was having the blood from the replicators tested that I felt confident I could drink from it.

Until now.
It made me horrendously ill. I vomited the blood, and I have been left weakened.
I am hungry, Belmont. More than any singular individual can help me with.

Then you will feed on me.

[Not some other person. With or without permission.]

Tell me what you'd need to do.

Do you know what it is that you offer me, Belmont? A vampire hunter offering his throat to the son of Dracula.

I wouldn't have offered if I didn't.
Don't make me regret this.

Find something to eat. Bring that and a glass of water with you. Come sober.
I am on level six, room 24.

Don't you make me regret this.

[Ugh. So many rules.]

Fine.
But if you kill me you'll have Sypha to answer to.

[Would she care? Who knows.

Trevor takes his time finding food and water, opening Alucard's door rather than knocking.]

Hello. It's I, your handsome and intelligent savior, Trevor Belmont.

[Almost immediately, Trevor will find his vision obscured by a shrieking bat with brilliant red eyes.]

Charlotte! Enough.

[The bat gives one last scream before she's flapping away, landing and clinging to Alucard's shoulder.

The room is quite spacious, as the family rooms tend to be. This one is no different, of course, save for the items within. On the table are possibly three items of interest: a thick metal cord set in a jar, another jar filled with water, and a third jar also filled with water with a distinct blue glow to it.

Beside the bed is Alucard's coffin, just slightly ajar.

Alucard turns his head to look tiredly in Trevor's direction. Somehow, he's managed to look paler, certainly more exhausted.]

Have a seat, Belmont.

Flippant as you are about the matter, know that I am not ungrateful to your help.

What in the nine circles of hell is that?

[Trevor swats at the bat, but doesn't manage to get in any blows before it flies away. How fitting. A vampire and a pet bat.]

Is that your sister? [Excuse his trying to change the subject. He really isn't all that sure about what's going to happen.] Flippant isn't how I'm treating the matter.

We need you alive and no one else will be hurt while I'm here.

[That's how he is going to justify it. Though Alucard's sickly appearance wants to pull at his heartstrings but he won't let it! He's strong and tough and does not care!]

Let's not draw this out.

Charlotte is a familiar I found here. I don't fathom she's particularly happy to see a vampire hunter.

[She hisses, glaring over Alucard's shoulder.]

You are hardly the first that I have fed off of, Belmont. Though I imagine I am the first vampire to taste the blood of the Belmont family.

[Despite his weakened state, Alucard pushes himself to his feet and approaches Trevor.]

Try to relax. I will not exceed five minutes of drinking. When I am done, you will sit, eat, and drink your water. The bite will scab over shortly, and it is sterile. If you wish, I can give you a bandage for it.

Do you have any questions?

[He waves his hand through the air, swish swish. Trevor doesn't care if the bird likes him or not.]

I do imagine you are right, Alucard.

[Trevor didn't want to talk about his family or the Belmont line. It wasn't a conversation he felt like having. He does sit though.

Feet stretched out in front of him as he opens his jumpsuit, and tugs the collar down.]

No, I don't have any questions. [Like will it hurt or do anything to him. No, he's fine with jumping in and getting it over with.] Go ahead.

[And that's when he realizes he's going to have Alucard's mouth on him.]

[Alucard holds out his arm, letting Charlotte hop off and flap away into the coffin. Probably to pout adorably or some such. He reaches out for Trevor's shoulder.]

Then despite everything between us, let me say thank you.

[Because although Trevor is an irritable man, his actions say more than his own words have. And that is enough for Alucard to start truly considering what sort of person he is.

Alucard guides Trevor to tilt his head to the side, then he leans in, sinking his fangs in. For a brief moment, there is the pinch of the teeth piercing flesh but beyond that there is little pain.

Then, he proceeds to drink, slowly.]

[Trevor nods his head and keeps his comments to himself. He doesn't mean to be quite so rude and hateful with Alucard. The vampire has done nothing to him but.. he's only known monsters that cause misery and mayhem wherever they go.

It'll take him some time to trust him. He tenses, against his will, but the pain is fleeting.

Five minutes felt like an eternity. It's not until halfway through that he begins to flush, slowly, from his feet up to the top of his head. His breathing picks up and a hand clamps at Alucard's arm.

He squeezes his eyes shut. It was the opposite of bad. It was beginning to feel good.]

[Carefully, he drinks, relishing the fresh blood he takes in. It's not the most healthy meal he's had, but he's also certainly had worse being here. Slowly, his fangs disengage, and he gives one last suck to the bite mark before thumbing away any stray beading of blood.

Alucard licks it off his thumb, then looks to Trevor.]

Are you all right?

[Everyone does have a different reaction. He isn't certain how Trevor may feel.]

[Trevor is dazed, pupils blown wide until almost all the bright blue is gone. He's breathing heavily and unconsciously follows Alucard as he pulls away.]

Why did you stop?

[He was.. enjoying it. There at the end. He felt warm all over.] I've never noticed just ho-

[Trailing off, he blinks a few times and tips his head back to run his fingers over his neck.]

[An intriguing question, but not completely unlikely. Everyone has a different reaction, after all. For some, it is clinical. For others, it can be... well.]

Was there something you wished to say, Belmont?

[Alucard is not ignorant to how it's affected him. That doesn't mean he can't tease him a little.]

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