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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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[ 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. ]

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[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?

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[ 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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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??? ]

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[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.]

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[ 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??? ]

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...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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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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[ There's no better way to learn??? Listen, Alucard. Are you gonna open this window for him or is he gonna just have to push it open himself?? Because he sure is scratching at the window. Or... gently patting it with his batty little hand-finger-things. ]

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[Alucard shakes his head no.]

Trevor, absolutely not. You'll fall and hurt yourself.

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[ LET HIM OUT!! He's not a baby! So pat pat pat go his batty hands against the window.

A little harder.

With more strength behind it.

Hopefully he doesn't shatter that window??? ]

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[TREVOR YOU ARE LITERALLY BABBY.

Alucard gets up and starts walking over to the window.]

Stop.

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[ YOU'RE NOT HIS MOM!!

The "instruction" to stop has batty Trevor turn and screech at Alucard. Wings flap, legs kick about, a frustrated batty boy wanting to be outside. Can't you see it's stuffy in here, Alucard? Can't you see he wants to see and smell everything that outside has?? ]

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[HE KIND OF IS AT THIS POINT!!!]

We can walk outside if you want.

[There. Compromise???]

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[ Bats and walking aren't really a thing, Alucard. As such, batty boy Trevor here just screeches again and stumbles about. As if to prove his point. He... kind of can't walk like this. Hence his strange... crawling about. ]

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--Okay. Okay.

But stay close to the building. Do you promise?

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[ Does his happy little batty hand pats to the window tell you yes yes, LET ME OUT NOW?? ]

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[OKAY OKAY HE'S OPENING IT HAPPY NOW???]

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[ YES HE IS. So happy in fact that when the window is pushed open, he crawls right on out... and promptly falls down to the ground with a thud and awkward screech since. Ok. Kid of hurt a bit. ]

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[Alucard just. Looks down.

And, smugly:]

I told you.

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[ YEAH WELL. Whatever.

But he sure is going to stumble about a bit as he tries to get himself up on his knees and gives a couple flap of those wings. To which he then looks up to Alucard and calls out to him.

Are you... coming down here, blondie?? ]