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Who: Trevor Belmont and you!
When: The night of the full moon and the day after
Where: Aefenglom mostly
What: Treffy finally hits that vampire puberty and turns into a monstrous bat on the full moon. Also finds himself laying around town NOT DRUNK for once but still lost and confused.
Warnings: Nudity, Trevor being Trevor, body horror transformation, swearing. The usual.

01. the transformation, FOR ALUCARD. ( the full moon, cw for body horror )
[ Considering how the LAST full moon went (aka BAD), Trevor had made sure to begrudgingly feed prior to the effects of the full moon taking hold of him since he doesn't wish to have a repeat of last time transpire.

You'd think he'd be in the clear then, right?

Wrong.

Because it's as he's "waking up for the night" that it suddenly hits him right in the center of his chest and he drops the little communicator thing(??) he had been looking through before he konked out for the day. It clatters on the floor of his room, Trevor hunching over as he suddenly feels so hot and nowhere near in a good way. It's with pulling his hands away that he sees the way fingers crack and elongate, hair and veins bulging out as he stares in shock. ]

Oh shit. Alucar-

[ He wants to call for his bonded to ask him what the fuck is going on but he can't and the words fall onto a pained groan which radiates throughout their bond from the feel of it. Trevor's down on his knees, ears beginning to shape and point. Eyes beginning to turn red. ]

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

[ He just... needs to keep it together??? Somehow??? ]

02. the bat. ( the full moon )
[ No longer Trevor fucking Belmont but Trevor... the bat man... throughout the hours of the night, a large, monstrous bat figure can be seen flying around, high above the sky. From the looks of it? It's got pants on. A blessing for anyone witnessing this really.

But it's not just the high skies that he keeps to. Oh no. Because thanks to being able to see and hear everything so much better in the dark like this, why- he might just be up for a bit of fun with someone. Fun as in... swooping down and chasing whoever might be on the streets at this hour. Minding your business by yourself? Hope you don't mind the ungodly sight of a monstrous bat suddenly smiling with sharp teeth behind you, perched on a lamppost or rooftop and looking to chase you through the streets. Or be careful if you turn down a particular alley because you might suddenly be met with a screeching bat in your face.

It's all fun and games, ok?! Maybe. ]

(( please note that bat!Trevor has no intention of trying to suck your blood (he was a good bean and fed prior) but he will absolutely chase you for sport and play a scary bit of hide and seek with you! ))

03. the man. ( morning/afternoon after )
[ Trevor's dealt with a lot of hangovers before, but this one DEFINITELY takes the cake.

It's the warmth of the sun that stirs him. Which, for a hunter-turning-vampire, you'd think he'd been rolling away in pain at those warm rays touching his face. Thankfully?Haven't made those changes yet. But it sure doesn't help him want to get himself up any quicker and really, he could do with another five or ten minutes of sleep.

You know. If he wasn't laying naked in whatever alleyway he's ended up in. Remnants of his shredded clothing lays around in the alley and for a good long while, he's wondering just how much he fucking drank last night before it dawns on him that he... didn't. For once. So that would mean... ugh.

His clothes are absolutely useless, not even a scrap to be used to cover his own Belmonts and he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Sitting there. Cross-legged. In the alley. ]

Ok. This... is not as bad as it looks. Been through worse, right? Always had my clothes, mind you. But it's fine. Just... got to make it back home without anyone screaming bloody murder at me. Right? Right.

[ Pep talk DONE, he reaches for an old coffee can and thinks to use that when... no. No no no. Looks disgusting. Scratch that. So he's just going to grab a couple pieces of newspaper and hold that at his front and back. And move like a cat. Running through the back alleys and streets to try and get to where he needs to be.

Doesn't help that he keeps getting lost, of course. Peeking around this corner and hiding behind that garbage can. He might even end up a tree. Help this disheveled, naked man holding newspapers around him get some clothes??? Maybe??? ]

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[When Alucard first heard Dorchacht described, he had blanched. Not only for what had happened, but because it felt far too close to what his life might have been like had the fortune of his birth and parents been miserably reversed. The kind of fear it struck into him was a primal thing, the kind of fear brought upon by not only growing up as half-vampire but knowing full well the kind of natural repulsion that came with the mere concept.

So with the news of where Dorchacht stands now, that it seeks to rebuild? How could he not respond by wanting to do something. In this case, it's using the draftsmanship skills he learned from his father to make better buildings - safer, more secure, more friendly to the life that should be extended to those who fall under the heading of monster (which he still hates.)

He designed his own crypt under Gresit, after all. It isn't as if he lacks the skill. Some of the designs are however, he's been told, kind of weird. Because Dracula's idea of good architecture isn't the same as the rest of the world.

Alucad's hunched over a table working on a set of town homes when he hears Trevor. It's bad but--

--full moon. Shit.

Alucard's on his feet in a flash, ignoring the pain as it smacks into him. Trevor's room is only a few feet away, and at the very least, Alucard is there but fast.

He kneels down beside Trevor with a tentative hand on his back.]

I'm here. This is--

[Shit. No bueno, that's what this is.]

[ With Alucard by his side, Trevor holds his changing hands up to show the blond, eyes of red staring to him as ears continue to grow sharper and pointer. ]

What the fuck is this, Alucard? How do I... [ a crack of a bone in his shoulder, he reaches down and drags elongated nails across the floor. yeah that fucking hurt ] ...stop this?

[ He drank blood prior???? ]

Hold on.

[Alucard, in all his due diligence to understand what would be happening to the Belmont at the outset, had compiled a long list of potential changes. They had been placed in a notebook, and Alucard tried to update it when he could. It was all in service of trying to anticipate when the ultimate change would take place, so that both of them could brace for it.

It goes with him everywhere. So Alucard gets to his feet to retrieve the notebook. When he returns with it, there's the sound of pages turning and--

--oh.

Well fuck.]

Full body transformation.

[He hisses the words out, skimming his own notes.]

Unlike the vampires you were raised to fight back home and what I know of my own kind, the ones here can become humanoid bats.....

[ Full body transformation?? Well... this is not good? This... is not good. Nope. Not at all.

Trevor hunches over some, nails cutting through the wood flooring as they drag across it and another crack to his shoulder is given. Jesus, if that could just NOT?? ]

Full body... transformation... great...

[ It's not but he's trying to not lose his shit right now while his body cracks and shifts and begins to change right before his very eyes. ]

So just- [ crack ] nngh, lock me up or something. Right?

If I do that that'll--

[His eyes go back to the notebook, skimming. He can ignore the awful noises, but only because he has to.]

You'll destroy the door anyway, smash through, and just hurt yourself. But we should keep you indoors until--

[Alucard cringes.]

Until this passes.

[ Alucard... is probably right. When the monster's mind is at the forefront and "in charge" or whatever, keeping it locked up doesn't sound like anything that would make it thrilled, to say the least. So, probably not a good idea to aggravate it. Him?? Whatever he's turning into.

Which, speaking of.

His shirt splits apart along his back, shoulders growing broader and covered in veins, Trevor sucking in a whimper as the changes start quickening. ]

God, you'd think being a- [ crack ] -fucking bloodsucker was enough to have to put up with.

[ But this world is shit to the both of them and he tries to focus on the bond shared with Alucard to keep his wits- keep his sanity as more of his shirt rips and soon his pants do as well. Growing more muscular, more larger, wings starting to sprout from under his arms. ]

[There will be a time after all of this is passed that Alucard will make a note to pack a change of clothes, put it on the humanoid bat, and make sure that Trevor doesn't leave without it. RIght now Alucard is hurrying to get the destroyed fabric out of the way, throwing it all in the corner when he can.

It helps him ignore the sickening noises. They're easy to ignore with tasks at hand, and he keeps doing them.

The changes to Trevor's arms, okay. He can figure that out.]

Both arms out stretched, now. Give them room to change, that should alleviate some of the pain.

[It's a bullshit guess.]

[ As Alucard helps in the removal of his clothing beginning to shred (maybe keep the pants though??), Trevor can't help but chuckle a little despite the pain of everything happening to him, still trying to hold tight to their bond. ]

Just like... growing pains, right?

[ He will sass his way to the very end.

But he stretches his arms out once his shirt is more or less removed and his wings continue to grow, Trevor keeping his eyes squeezed shut tight. He hopes to whatever fucking asshole God there is here that he never has to go through this again come the next full moon. Please just let him deal with the bloodlust, thanks. But as bones crack and hair sprouts, Trevor hunches forward a little more and nnngh he can do this, he can do this, he can fucking do this stupid shit. ]

Tell me... [ nnngh ] ...that I still look pretty?

[ It's really the last thing that Trevor himself can manage to say before he pulls away from Alucard. ]

[Okay. Keeping arms extended for wings helps. That's going in the notebook later. But the rest of it is just too much, and there's no way to tell him how to manage things from here on out.

Trevor pulls away, but Alucard can at least manage to match sass to sass. A horrible attempt to keep things in their definition of normal considering the circumstances.]

If anything, it's an improvement.

Fffffuck you.

[ Just had to get that in there!! Before finally, the transformation takes full control of him and with an almost ear-piercing screech, what was once Trevor is now a monstrous bat, eyes of red glowing as it turns to face the blond. It looks... monstrous, really. Not bloodthirsty or as if the blond might make for a good snack but instead, as something relatively familiar. Thank the bond for that maybe??

Regardless, it tries to stand but, has difficulty in doing so and topples some until it falls onto its knees. Screeching and flailing with its newly born wings. It's... confused and becoming frustrated from the looks of it. ]

[Thank God for the little snatch of normalcy before it all goes to shit.

And this really is the shit, screech and all. Alucard's ears ring from the full of it, and to him? That's actually the worse part. The bat in front of him? That's...well, what a bat's face looks like when you make it larger. There's nothing good or bad about it, it only is.

Alucard sighs, understanding that this transformation for the time being is more like dealing with a newborn. Fledglings is the term he's heard more than once, but he can only guess at how to approach this.

He sits down on the floor beside Trevor. Puts his had on the bat thing's shoulder, and guides it from knees to sitting on it's ass.]

Stop. Sit for five seconds before you get your legs under you.

[ He can do this just fine on his own???

Ok, no, he can't and it's with an annoyed snap of sharp teeth at the blond that he growls low in the back of his throat before he... promptly falls back onto his rear. Just like that. Having these giant wings ad long pointy ears is... a change, for sure and Trevor flaps about a bit. Not as a means to take off but as if learning what it is he has and he reaches out to Alucard then... and messily drops a batty hand to the top of his head. Maybe pulling on some hair in the couple of fingers that aren't attached so tightly to the wing.

He's just... trying to figure this out. How to grip and hold things??? ]

[Good. He's sitting. That's better than fla-- no. Now he's just doing flappy-flaps, and creating wind along with it.

Alucard considers the batty hand on his head, and then understands.]

Let me go get a few things so you can practice manual dexterity and you'll have something that can bear your weight. All right?

[ At least Alucard isn't repulsed by him?? There's that silver lining. Not to mention doesn't seem to be jerking away from him. But even as the blond suggests fetching a few toys or things for him to use as a means to learn how to grip with these... batty fucking weird hands of his... he leans in close then and sniffs at the blond's head. Alucard's scent is... so much stronger for some reason?? It must be because he's... a giant fucking bat. But it's overwhelming to him and it has him rubbing his batty little face at the blond's head. This is his bonded. He knows this scent. Alucard is his bonded. ]

[Trevor, you have to put in so much more effort for Alucard to be repulsed. Like. You have to look like a reforged night creature level. You ain't even close to being there yet.

But Trevor's response does give Alucard pause, if only because he's trying to figure out the thought process behind it. Sniffing, okay. That makes sense. Bat form, more sensitive nose. Alucard's wolf form is the same way. Know the smell. (Back home, Alucard smelled of sandalwood and spices, the faintest scent of blood undercutting it all. Here he's yet to find any sort of scent he likes, and so truly all there is is natural musk and that same blood undercurrent.)

Then the bat behaves far more like a dog than Alucard would anticipate, but there's that sudden warmth that comes from the bond that explains the rest. There. That's all the mysteries solved for now.]

Yes, well. [He pats the top of the bat's head awkwardly.]

Let go for a moment or two? Please?

[ The pat to his batty little head gets a batty sound of content?? from him and Trevor pulls away from Alucard. But... not before letting his batty tongue brush at the blond's cheek. Look, he's... curious if Alucard taste a certain way?? Everything else is heightened after all, why not that as well? Though he imagines in terms of blood that would be far greater than it usually is and he just... would rather not with that. Thanks.

But he pulls back then and moves about in his spot. Or, well, TRIES TO. Bats aren't exactly known for their amazing ability to walk on land after all and so there might be a bit of a slip and slide as he tries to get comfortable again. ]

[Surprise, Alucard tastes like people. And from the scrunching of his nose, he doesn't approve of the gesture.

He disappears into their little rented space. There's clunking around in the kitchen and whatnot, and when Alucard re-emerges, he has a pillow, a metal pot, and he's dragging a kitchen chair behind him.

All of them are set down in front of Trevor.]

Grab the pot first. That will help you with motor control. The pillow is meant to help you refine it, so you don't crush things. The chair is for getting your feet under you once you've achieved the other two objectives.

[ What is this? Baby bat daycare?? Sure looks like it as the items are laid out in front of him. But he carefully looks from each object before him until he decides to reach for the pot and... fumbles a bit with trying to grab the handle. Somehow this is... a lot more difficult than it should be?? Mind you, he's never had batty hands and a lack of fingers before. So. It's new alright.

The pot clambers to the floor and he screeches in annoyance, wings flapping about to show his frustration and that's what he glances over to the window and stares out it with a hum deep in the back of his throat.

Maybe he could just... fly??? ]

[Duh? Because your are babby, Trevor????

Alucard tries not to look disappointed when Trevor's eyes go to the window.]

Trevor, you're not going to automatically master this. It's the first time you've been in this form. You have to train new muscles and configurations of limbs.

[ Be a spoilsport, Alucard.

With a snap of sharp pointy teeth in the blond's direction, he tries to pick up the pot again but, as before, still struggles and so he just... pushes the thing out of the way and picks the pillow up with his teeth.

And maybe tosses it at Alucard. ]

[He has always been Adrian Buzzkill Tepes, obviously.

Oh. Teeth. Perhaps that is better.

Alucard catches the pillow though, and then looks from it (inspecting it for damage) to Trevor.]

Was that commentary or a genuine attempt at something else?

[He puts the pillow down where it was, just to see.]

[ He's bat-sulking, can't you see??

But with another flap of his wings, he noses the chair until it tips over and falls, crawling his way... the best... he can... over to the pot which he picks up with his teeth by the handle.

THERE??? ]

...Huh.

[Alucard considers all of this, and then nods once.]

I think the conclusion is that your hands have far less value than your teeth in this form. It makes sense, but all the same.

[With that, Alucard extends his hand so he can take the pot.]

[ So it seems??? So it seems.

But with Alucard taking the pot, bat boy Trevor here decides he wants to crawl and stumble his way over to the window because. Look. Flying is a thing that will surely be easier, right?? Right.

Just... help him open the window, Alucard. ]

[Alucard places the pot down and--

--window. Wings. Trevor...]

Oh no. Absolutely not. You can barely move, you are not doing that.

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