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[quickwhip]

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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[blackbonded]

[ He goes rigid. His mouth presses together, the seam throbbing with uncertainty before he breaks eye contact and lets out an exhausted sigh releasing the tension. ]

I'm not sure how to say this, [ he looks up at him ] but I sort of don't remember anything before the New Year.

Were we... friends?

[ He's at least an acquaintance if he knew where he lived, but he found out very quickly that calling someone you were friends with an 'acquaintance' kind of put them both off at a bad start, so he erred on the side of caution just in case. ]

[quickwhip]

[ Alright, so. That's sure... WEIRD?? First of all, WERE they friends? That he... has no idea about, if he's being honest. But the whole not remembering anything out of the blue is concerning to say the least and Trevor just STARES AT HIM long and hard.

This... doesn't seem like a joke. ]

Are you kidding me?

[ Yet he still asks it. ]

How do you... not remember anything? Did you hit your head or something?

[blackbonded]

I don't know. I woke up in the infirmary one day and a pair of witches gave me the rundown of this place and what I am. I can't say I believed them until they showed me some of their spells.

[quickwhip]

[ ....concerning. ]

Witches did?

[ Like THE COVEN?? ]

Did they say anything about your being here before? What happened?

[blackbonded]

Maybe we have this conversation when you have more clothes on.

[quickwhip]

[ ... ]

Ok, maybe you have a point there.

[ Would be nice to not freeze his belmonts off after all. ]

Just... you really don't remember?

[blackbonded]

[ He shakes his head, looking apologetic. ]

I'm sorry. I have more questions than answers these days.

They told me I might get my memories back, or I might not remember anything at all. It's a 50/50 toss and I've never been that lucky.

[ He takes a moment to look ahead, past the alley. ]

There's no one around right now and I'm not that far away. [ Something he already seems to know, apparently. ] I can lend you something to wear when we get there.

[quickwhip]

[ Well that's a damn shame and something for him to remember and make note of since like hell he'd want that happening to him. ]

Clothes sound... good. Yeah.

[ So just the lead the way and get him dressed, Shiro. ]

[blackbonded]

[ He nods and turns to walk out of the alley. This, at least, he knows how to answer. It's a simple supply run, not nearly as foreboding as the gaps in his memories. After what happened with the black lion and now this, Shiro's finding it difficult not to dwell on it. So, he focuses on what he can do instead of what he can't. ]

Follow me.