[closed] if i should die before i wake

[quickwhip]

Who: Trevor Belmont and his Bonded
When: around the full moon
Where: His shared home
What: Trevor finally becomes a full vampire
Warnings: Character death, blood drinking, swearing, Trevor being Trevor


now i lay me down to sleep

[ When he felt it happen, he made sure he was at home. Well, "home" within this world. Where both Alucard and Sypha were, as he didn't wish to die alone. Funny that. Considering he'd spent a great deal of his life not really giving a shit what other people thought of him or coming to think he even needed anyone to begin with. But now all of a sudden? Now all of a sudden he didn't want to be alone and that's why he had been staying around the house more. Also he just... was too weak to do much else other than lay about in bed, on the couch, or slump himself over the window to enjoy the damp cool air.

He was going to only ever get to feel the night air soon.

He'd made sure to alert Berserker to what was happening when he felt a significant change within himself. As if his body was finally giving up, finally so tired from trying to fight off what it knew was coming the moment he first bared his fangs at Alucard months ago.

Death. He was finally dying.

When he does finally die, it's a little more peaceful than he ever thought his death would be. Really, he was sure he'd die by the hand of a night creature or some asshole from Hell. MAYBE some drunken jerk a long way down the line of his life. But to go like this, in his bed with his Bonded near... well, shit. Helluva lot more worse ways to go, isn't there?

He just feels... tired, when he goes. As if keeping his eyes open is the most difficult thing he's ever done in his life and it's with a smile on his face and a breathless fuck you to this world, that he finally just... goes, a hiccup or snap of pain within his bonds cementing it. Trevor Belmont. House of Belmont. Last of the Belmonts. Has finally been laid to rest. ]

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BERSERKER

[quickwhip]

[ When night falls, something within Trevor begins to stir.

A part of him which had been buried so deep within himself begins to claw its way to the surface. Fingers wrapping around ribs, pulling on and snapping them on the way up up up to the surface. Blood rushing through veins that aren't his own but of those surrounding him within the house he lays within. The bed he lays upon. Strapped to. Tight. A reassurance. As he continues to crawl and dig and snap and scratch. Digging through the flesh and bone of a life that has now passed. Of trees and mud and play forts and monsters. Of loneliness and abandonment and alcohol and sorrow. Of friendship and laughter and touches and maybe love. Digging through all that. Leaving it behind. Pushing through the life that was once his and is now replaced with cold and darkness and an insatiable need for-

He wakes. Startled. Eyes wide and blood red.

There's no gasp for breath, no deep inhale or coughs to spill from his lips. There's just... no need to. He doesn't need to. The room he lays within sparkles almost. A clarity he's never quite had before with everything he can see, he can hear, he can smell.

He can feel.

Metal. Padded. Around his wrists. Strapped down to the bed which he lays upon. Some part of him says this was needed but it's weak. It's dull. It's so quiet among the ANGER which furiously spills out of him and crackles within the bond as he begins to struggle. To kick. To bend and twist and growl in frustration as he tries to break himself free. Because he's trapped. He's stuck. And his throat burns for the one thing that can make it all better.

Blood. ]

Fuck!

[ The one word that captures everything that he is feeling right now as he shouts and kicks and pulls against the restraints. They have to be enchanted. How else can this bullshit keep him down? ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ More so than Trevor's sudden struggles and exclamation, their Bond springing back to life is what draws Berserker's attention back to him. He'd been keeping a silent vigil over his body, knowing this was inevitable. It's not like he knew exactly what to expect -- yes, there was an idea, but ideas are rarely adequate preparation. The boiling rage burning through their Bond is definitely something he was not prepared for. The violent struggling, yes, but not the pure rage and desperation that accompanies it.

There's no fear in Berserker, despite the forceful display and equally forceful emotions he feels coming from Trevor. He's calm, almost indifferent, as he watches him fight the restraints. When he speaks, it's with an almost detached apathy. It's his way exerting control and, potentially, hopefully, helping to calm the vampire. ]

Trevor. You're awake, I see.

[ He doesn't reach out for him, not yet. ]

[quickwhip]

[ When the dragon speaks, Trevor stops with his kicking and squirming. He knows that voice. Red eyes which blaze like fire search out the room and land on the dragon who speaks, Trevor tilting his head for a moment as he still visibly pushes against the restraints around his wrists. ]

Ciarán.

[ He wears a smile on his lips but his fangs poking out tell of vicious intent. Blood. He wants blood so badly. ]

Think you can help me out of these?

[ So I can pin you to the ground and drink you dry? ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker steps closer, still just as calm. ]

No. You'll try to kill me and I'm not in the mood to fight you.

[ He rolls up his shirt sleeve above his elbow. The scales heavy on the top of his wrist thin out along the underside, leaving the veins there easily accessible. ]

You want blood, don't you? If I let you drink like you normally do...Well, I don't trust you right now. You're barely in control.

[quickwhip]

[ The sight of scales and skin along with the veins so clearly exposed for him only make Trevor start up again with his squirming and kicking and pushing against the restraints. His frustration continues to spill over through their bond and he growls in a way he's never really done around the dragon before. It's not one from a delirious sort of pleasure. It's from anger and frustration and being so fucking thirsty. ]

I'm... fine!

[ He snaps out, eyes locked on the dragon's arm before he forces himself to laugh and then smile, head falling back as he goes limp against the bed. ]

I'm fine... Ciarán.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ The growl is the first thing that gives him pause. It's not exactly a subtle distinction between that sound and the ones he's more used to hearing. He locks his eyes on Trevor's, his gaze intense. Never has he felt truly threatened by the vampire before, but this is markedly different. ]

Are you? You were staring at my arm...

[ Without averting his gaze, he slowly draws a claw down his own wrist. A red line forms in its wake, blood quickly welling to the surface of the fresh cut. ]

This is what you want, isn't it? I'm nothing more than a blood bag to you right now...

[quickwhip]

[ It's the very second that splash of blood touches his nose with its crimson scent that Trevor jerks up with a fierce quickness he's never shown the dragon before and he yells angrily at the fact that he's STILL RESTRAINED despite his strength overflowing within him.

Somewhere deep within him, his fears are slowly becoming real. Things he had told to his Bonded, to Berserker. About how he was worried he might be different when he died and rose as a vampire. How he doesn't want to forget who he is. How he doesn't want to become a monster. Because there's being a monster and then there's being a Monster. It's why he had been banking on his bonds being able to pull him back. In case he somehow lost his way. He knew things about vampires, sure. But every one was different in some way, it seemed. And for Trevor... it's as if his fears were making him into what he didn't want to be. ]

Give me your fucking blood, Ciarán!

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker shows no fear, even as Trevor shouts at him. He stands over him now, worrying the wound on his wrist enough to draw a drop of blood from it. It drips down onto his lips, a tease. ]

Ask me nicely and I'll let you drink from me.

[ He knows it's the changes making the vampire act this way. It's the same reason Berserker nearly attacked Diarmuid on his first experience with the full moons: instincts and changes forced upon him. That's why he won't hold this behavior against him later. He's been there himself, not in the same way, but it's still a deeply unpleasant memory. ]

[quickwhip]

[ When that single drop touches his lips, Trevor greedily laps it up and knocks his head back at just how good it tastes. It's not enough. It's nowhere NEAR enough for what his body craves and he hates how the dragon is being such a fucking tease to him like this. They're supposed to be FRIENDS.

Hands curl into tight fists as he continues to struggle, as red eyes glare at the blood which drips from the dragon's arm and how much of a FUCKING WASTE that all is when it could be sliding down his throat instead. Heels dig into the bed, back arching, Trevor pushing with all his vampire strength to the point where the bed begins to creak and crack before he finally falls against it with a frustrated growl. ]

Fucking... give me your blood. Please.

ALUCARD

[quickwhip]

[ With eyes still red, Trevor lays there against the bed. He still feels frustrated, still feels trapped, but he doesn't fight or kick or squirm against the bed as when he first woke. As when Berserker first had to deal with him.

He's fed, at least, the dragon's blood and its affects still swimming around within his mind as he watches the colours swirl and sparkle around him from where he lays. He remembers these. Remembers how nice the dragon's blood always felt to drink when he went to him and so he tries to settle on that feeling. But he doesn't exactly look all that happy either, the full moon tugging at him from within, flirting with his fully awakened vampire desires.

That is, until he catches sight of that familiar blond hair and his head comes to loll to the side, cheek pressed against the pillow. Slowly, he smiles. ]

Alucard.

[ He says the blond's name in a sing-song sort of voice, smile still on his lips as he sits up some - best he can - and looks the witch over with those shining red eyes of his. God, he smells so fucking good. ]

Let me out?

[cryptsleeper]

[It's been A Night.

They all knew it was going to be A Night but there was still only so much that they could do to prepare themselves. Not only for the wave of grief that came with death, with sitting vigil, with trying to not think about how there were vampires back home who would celebrate this sort of horrid irony, but for what would come next. The blood frenzy. The reminder of why vampires were considered monsters no matter the time and place.

It's only the first wave of awfulness that has come to pass. Alucard's gone out to the vampire bar to try and get a cup of take away blood. That's what he has now when he pokes his head into Trevor's room.]

Not yet.

[Everything about this is wrong. He's gotten used to the lack of color in Trevor's skin. The exhaustion. But the change in eye color? That brings up a few other memories that have to be shaken off.]

But I brought you more to drink. You should probably take it before it gets cold.

[quickwhip]

[ Oh, Alucard's come to feed him has he? Well that's just so darn considerate of him! His Bonded are really just the best, aren't they? He's lucky to have them in his life. In his... VAMPIRE LIFE now.

Still upright, still restrained at the wrists, he cocks his head to the side, strands of brown hair falling in front of his face, red eyes peeking through with a smile on his lips. ]

You never get cold to me, you... sexy blond you.

[ That's good for some buttering up, right? Because he sure is insinuating that ALUCARD is his "midnight snack" if you'd like. ]

C'mere. I've missed you.

[cryptsleeper]

[Trevor you have like, negative game.

Alucard does come in closer though, because the takeaway blood container? It has a long straw. For this exact reason.]

You do realize how ridiculous you sound, right?

[Alucard does come closer though. Doesn't sit on the bed, but gets within straw range.]

Drink. I can run to the bar and get more if you need it.

[quickwhip]

[ Rude. He's SO got game. Just, you know, kinda tied down and all so it comes off a little... not so great?? Yeah. Let's go with that.

But when the straw is tipped around for him to take, red eyes stare to it for a long hard moment before they come to rest their gaze on the blond's face instead, a smile still on his lips. ]

What about you?

[ He leans up a little more, trying to lean closer to Alucard. ]

Can I have yours?

[cryptsleeper]

Absolutely not.

[It's firm. Unyielding. No gentleness to it because right now the worst of hunger and worst of turning effects have to be dealt with. He'll be kinder later. When there's time for it, and less danger.]

You're clearly not in a state of full control.

[quickwhip]

[ Aluuuucaaaard. Blond-haired sweet prince of his?? Are you REALLY going to do him like this?? ]

I... am?

[ He sounds a bit unsure there but still smiles, tilting his head to the other side, eyes of red still locked onto his face. ]

Don't you trust me?

[cryptsleeper]

[He sure is.]

Trevor, if you were in my place as a fully human vampire hunter, would you let a newly turned vampire feed from you?

SYPHA

[quickwhip]

[ Trevor slowly rolls his head from side to side on the pillow he has as he thinks back to everything that's happened and everyone he's come to care for. Familiar faces, two which hail from his own world, while others he's met within this one and silently wonders how they might be doing this very second as he lays here. Strapped to the bed. He doesn't feel as if the full moon is whispering sweet nothings to him and promising him a good time. Instead, he feels quiet, listening to all the different sounds around him that he can hear so far away.

When he sees Sypha, he offers her a lazy smile and it should be noted that eyes which were once a blazing fiery red, are now back to the cool blue that he's always had all his life. A testament to how much more calm he's feeling now. ]

Starting to get the feeling I've made an ass out of myself.

[ He doesn't sit up. Rather, he stays laying there on the bed, blue eyes slowly blinking to her with strands of brown hair falling in front of his pale face. ]

Sorry.

[strongspirited]

[The quiet, soft snap of the bond had driven Sypha up the wall when it had finally happened, and she'd immediately gone out. Away. Anywhere but near the house they shared. It wasn't that she couldn't face his death, but more that she didn't know how to process that it had actually happened. It hurt, thinking of it, worrying that he might not come back, despite all evidence to the contrary.

When she feels him return, she decides, perhaps, that it might be best to give him some space. The torrent of emotions in the bond, the ravening hunger, that's enough to give her serious pause.

When it all seems quelled, she slips in, looking down at him with a concerned furrow to her brow.]

No apology necessary.

[She makes her way over to sit next to him, plunking down on a chair by the bed.]

Are you feeling more yourself now?

[quickwhip]

Yeah.

[ The admission is soft and he lets his head rest against the pillow, gaze flicking up to the ceiling. He doesn't struggle. Doesn't kick. Doesn't squirm or fight or try and manipulate his way out of the restraints holding him down. ]

Alucard said I had red eyes.

[ Carefully, he looks to Sypha with blue eyes. ]

They're blue again... right?

[strongspirited]

They are blue, yes.

[It's good that he's calmed down. It's very good. She's not sure she could handle him kicking and screaming or fighting to get free.]

Do you...need a drink?

[quickwhip]

[ Probably why it was best to let Berserker go first and then Alucard after. Her question, however, gets him to puff out a bit of a laugh. ]

Why's everyone trying to force me to drink?

[ He gets it, with how starved he was when he first woke. But... he's fine now. Really. His throat doesn't burn for blood anymore. ]

I'm fine. Honest.

[ And then, a curious beat and tilt of his head as he keeps looking to her. ]

Are... you ok?

[strongspirited]

I'm not forcing you. But, you know. I've read things.

[Lots of things, in fact.]

I...

[She cuts off at his question. Frowns. Like she really has to think about it.]

...I'm not hurt. It was...very sudden. And it felt awful. But that's over now, and you're back. So, I'm fine.

[quickwhip]

[ He hums as she explains how it was through their bond. Something he had been genuinely curious about but, until now, hadn't really thought to ask Berserker or Alucard. At... least none of them had been in pain?? He thinks?? He'd been worried about that... ]

I'm sorry.

[ Again, he says that, blue eyes soft in how they let their gaze linger on her. ]

For making you feel that.

[strongspirited]

I knew what I was getting into.

{She has no regrets, and the way she sets her jaw confirms that. She won't argue this point.]

It's nothing I can't handle. And...really, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Just so you don't have to go through that alone.