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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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[ Wait...

Berserker stops now and stares at him. He's not being attacked and it's as if the bat recognizes him. ]

Trevor? [ A guess. He only vaguely knows that vampires can transform into bats, but he assumed their forms would be...smaller. ] ... I don't think I'll be much fun for your to chase right now.

[ Though he's willing to make the poor decision to fly right now. It may aggravate the injury on his shoulder, but he can handle that. ]

[ There's a sort of familiarity which shines in those red eyes of his and he seems... pleased almost when the dragon makes the correct assumption about him.

But when he sees the limp that Berserker seems to be sporting, he screeches in both confusion and slight annoyance from his spot above a lamppost, wings flapping and teeth snapping in the direction of his limp.

Someone wants to know what happened and if he needs to tear their throat out maybe. ]

[ Oh, that's an ... unpleasant noise. Berserker grimaces at the sound, but at least get what he's trying to convey. Ah, memories of the first time he transformed into his dragon form: attempting to communicate complex ideas with simple gestures. He was grateful the ability to speak came with a calm mind the next time... ]

I fought beasts in the Wilde of Dorchacht and got injured trying to protect one of my Bonded. [ Flat, the none too brilliant witch who had no sense about what was and was not a dangerous situation or a good idea. ] I slaughtered the beasts and my Bonded was unharmed.

[ And Berserker probably almost died, though he leaves that tidbit out. He found the limits of his mortal body, at least. ]

[ Being able to communicate... would be nice??? Maybe some other time, though he can't really say he's a fan of all this to begin with.

But as he understands the explanation that Berserker gives, he drops down from his lamppost ad crashes down to the ground with a loud thud. He... still needs to work on his landing, yeah. But he eyes the dragon with... little bat sounds... and turns then to give the dragon his back. Wings stretched out, he flaps them a bit.

Is he... offering the dragon a ride back to his place?? Maybe. ]

[ Berserker wasn't a fan when he first transformed, either. A deeply unsettling, terrifying experience that led to him biting, scratching, and mildly poisoning Diarmuid. So he can relate to not enjoying this.

He cocks his head at Trevor. ]

You...want to give me a ride?

[ How odd. Normally he's the one offering that sort of service. ]

Can you handle my weight?

[ HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH, BERSERKER??? But also, he likes to think he can?? He's got the muscles and the bulk for it and while this will prove to be his first time flying with someone else... gotta learn sometime?? Yeah. Maybe it's good he can't talk just yet.

But really, the LOOK he gives the dragon pretty much says it all with his little bat sounds. It'll just be quicker this way? Maybe? So long as he doesn't drop Berserker or, you know, crash into something because everything sounds so much sharper like this? But the skies are where he lives, walking on the ground just being a huge... no. ]

[ Look, he's solid muscle and he has the tail and wings to add bulk. He wasn't trying to offend you, Trevor!!

Between that look and the noises, he accepts the inevitable. Flying himself right now is out of the question -- it will tear open the injury on his shoulder again. He already pushed it once and regretted that decision. ]

If you're sure, [ he says as he puts his arms around Trevor's neck. It's a little awkward, but fine. ] Just don't...land like that with me on your back.

[ Additional pain is not something he wants right now. ]

[ Should be... easy enough?? Maybe?? Tbd since this is the first time he's flying with someone else. Also his... first night flying around in general but hey, look how good he was with the swooping and all?? Yeah. Berserker has NOTHING to worry about.

Here's hoping.

But it's only once the dragon has secured his arms around his neck that bat!Trevor makes a couple of batty little sounds and, with a wide stretch of his wings... pushes off from the ground and up to the sky with his newfound strength and up up and away they gooooo. ]

[ This isn't much different from how he decided to test the flight capabilities of his own wings. Well, Trevor didn't push him off of a lighthouse railing the way Berserker did to Diarmuid and dive after him with zero flight practice...but it's close enough, right?

As the buildings below them start to get smaller, he clings a little bit tighter to the vampire. Is this what everyone else feels when he flies with them? Why is it so much different as a passenger...? It's not as though he didn't fly regularly or that he hasn't seen this same view numerous times. Whatever it is, it feels unfamiliar but not in a bad way. ]

...I guess you canhandle my weight.

[ NO HE DIDN'T??? Berserker what sort of life do you lead?? Not important. In this moment at least. But as they soar through the sky, he checks back on the dragon over his shoulder for a moment and what sounds like an amused little batty sound leaves his lips before he takes up a little higher. Wanting to show off?? Maybe. Look, Berserker! He can fly!! ]

[ No matter how much better he is now, he will always be chaotic evil.

There's no strong emotion he feels as Trevor climbs higher, obviously proud of himself. Well, it is always a good feeling when you succeed at something new (even if Berserker barely felt that any longer). ]

You're doing well...You'll get used to it and flying will feel easier than walking.

[ It's still strange to be the passenger here. He can't help but shift his weight, trying to take the pressure off of his injured shoulder. Here's hoping he doesn't unbalance the vampire by doing that. ]

[ Flying will feel easier than walking, will it? Well, good to know? Yeah, good to know. But speaking of unbalance, the slight shift in weight on his back has batty boy Trevor glance over his shoulder to make sure Berserker isn't slipping or something... and that's when he damn near crashes into a wall since, yeah, kinda need to look ahead when you're flying?? Sure do! But they didn't crash! Not really. His... shoulder might have hit the wall a bit but look! Still good! ]

[ Well, better than it could have been. With how shitty his luck usually is, the fact Trevor didn't crash and burn surprises him (in a good way). It doesn't stop Berserker from clinging tighter with a frustrated grunt, though. ]

... Don't get us killed, that's all I'm asking you.

[ It feels like he's asking a lot suddenly. ]

[ He doesn't intend to?? Gosh!! But... yeah. This is definitely his first time really hitting the skies like this and, thankfully, he manages to get his momentum back and accustomed to having someone else's weight on his back. Good thing Berserker isn't super heavy?? Yeah. Still awkward but, hey. He can handle it and it's good practice anyway. Which, maybe for the best?? Doesn't last very long since batty boy Trevor here spots Berserker's place and swoops his way down.

Fast.

Really... pretty fast. ]

[ Oh no. Too fast. TOO FAST. ]

You're going to get us killed!

[ In a show of bad judgement, Berserker spreads out his own wings to act as a brake. This, of course, causes an immense amount of pain in his injured shoulder. Better the pain from his own poor judgement than Trevor's inability to land. ]

[ THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS TOO FAST??? Maybe. But batty boy Trevor glances over his shoulders when he feels a sudden sort of pull coming from behind him and spots those wings of Berserker's which makes the bat SCREECH because wow, no fair??? But they also continue to descend (though not as quickly) and batty boy Trevor does end up dropping down to the ground... and somehow doesn't fall despite the bit of stumble once his feet touch the ground. Don't worry, Berserker. He's got this?? ]

[ It's not that he doesn't trust Trevor, it's that he doesn't trust his ability to make a decent landing after what he's been shown. He's relieved once they're on solid ground and he hops off with a brief grimace. Everything is pain and he'll be lucky if he didn't tear open the injury on his shoulder...

It's fine. He's fine. ]

You'll get better the more you practice...I hope. You're not totally hopeless.

[ OF COURSE HE'S NOT USELESS??? Berserker, take that back. But batty boy Trevor flaps his wings rather proudly at the landing he made. It's not... the greatest?? But, look, they're both alive and there's no injury involved, so, it's a success as far as he's concerned. But with Berserker back at his place, batty boy Trevor throws himself up into the air and perches on the closest rooftop, making little batty sounds down to the dragon as he looks to him.

You gonna be good to get inside? Because... he sure as hell can't really help there like this. ]

[ No bats in the apartment, sorry Trevor.

Berserker gives him a slightly dismissive wave, as if giving him permission to leave. ]

Go. I'll see you later.

[ He could warn him about the inevitable nudity later, but...no, that will be a surprise. Besides, he may not remember this meeting at all. ]

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