[ alucard just... slumps, at the question. integra had been so distant, so far away, in his time here, but at least she was present even if he couldn't attend to her as he would normally. it was something, a focus.
finally, he nods. ]
I can't sense her anymore. She's gone.
[ he sounds.... at the fort, he'd sounded tired but urgent, intense. now he just sounds like he's been hollowed out. like there's a fire in him that's gone. ]
But that's not why you're here. What's troubling you?
[He'd asked her a question, but she knows avoidance when she sees it. Rosalind says it softly, more gentle than she's ever been in front of him, her eyes even flickering down, as if he might need a moment of privacy.
God. She can't imagine having Robert and losing him. That would be worse, she thinks, than not having him from the start. The loss, the grief, the terror and the loneliness . . . god. She'd be a wreck. She'd have a breakdown, she thinks, and for a moment wonders if it's better Robert hasn't appeared.
But. She also knows what she'd prefer in such a situation: to focus on something else. To ignore her grief until it went away.]
Ah . . . I've revealed my newfound status to a few people so far.
[Her voice is more brisk, efficient.]
Adrian took it well. So did Diva. But, ah . . . I told Jonathan Reid.
[. . .]
I did not expect him to take it well. I would have been suspicious if he had, truthfully. But nor did I expect him to, ah . . . to threaten to stake me if I strayed out of line, according to his guidelines.
[She says it stiffly. Truth be told, the longer she thinks on that, the more it terrifies her, and maybe he can see some of that in the sudden lines of tension in her body, or the way she glares at the floor.]
She's better off not being here. It's selfish to want her back.
[ but he does, god, but he does. he's never going to get what he actually desires from integra, but just her presence is a balm to him in more ways than one. he loves her, she doesn't love him in that way--things are as they will always be, but it's a position that suits him.
now, left to his own devices, he's a mess.
he's glad when the subject changes. ]
Ah. Yes, I'm aware he knows. He went in on me as well. He kept saying he'd tell Integra, which doesn't matter because she wouldn't have cared, but now she's not here anyway.
[ with a sigh. his threat against rosalind is a more pressing matter. alucard scowls, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. ]
He's short-sighted and only believes what comes from his own world. He threatened me vaguely when I first arrived, and I tried not to take it personally. That said, he crossed a line.
[But though it's a comfort, it isn't much of one. Rosalind's smile fades, and she stares at nothing for a while. It isn't so frightening for him to threaten her, for she's only a few weeks old. But to threaten Alucard . . . it shows his dedication, at least, she supposes.]
. . . I didn't expect it. Not from him. I thought . . . I knew he'd be angry. But he was so . . .
[She shrugs sharply.]
It was as though I'd killed his mother. He all but accused me of killing someone, or inevitably doing so. And I--
[A beat. She wouldn't admit this normally, but with Alucard, it feels natural. Not a threat, not in the least, because she's his. Who better to confess this to?]
I was frightened, I suppose. Not a week old, so terribly good about not hurting anyone, and yet already I faced a death threat.
A good vampire never reveals all their weaknesses, after all, only enough to lull their enemies into a false sense of security.
[ he doesn't like seeing the doctor as an enemy, but there are a lot of problems here to go over. he nods, understanding. ]
It was the same when he spoke to me. I'd done the most horrible thing possible, ruined your life, set you up to murder countless innocents because that's what vampires in his world do.
[ he waggles his fingers a little as he says it. ]
I explained to him that our hunger works differently, that it's not all-encompassing as his apparently is, but it went in one ear and out the other.
[ but her confession, well, he understands that too. ]
On one of our first missions together, my Seras Victoria and I were set upon by a priest, a vampire killer. He did everything but kill her, and she was less than a week old too. She was terrified, but in the end she was stronger because of it.
[ he frowns, thoughtful. ]
There are going to be more reactions like his. This place is kind to vampires, but not everyone here will be so. Sometimes it's difficult to tell who, and often times it's other vampires who are the most loathing of all.
[She nods. She's listening so very intently, a little like a student to a teacher, eager for guidance. She hasn't been this ignorant since she was a child, but thank god, he teaches well: not patronizing, but simply advising.
She supposes she isn't surprised Jonathan went to Alucard, but still the thought rankles. Is she not an adult? Is she not capable of making her own choices? Alucard had not forced this upon her, and she'd made that clear; why on earth would Jonathan need to go to him? But ah, ah, he's so much like the men of their time. Patronizing, thinking he knows everything and anything, even when he so clearly doesn't.]
I do hunger. But I also have an unlimited supply of artificial blood. I shan't say I've been ladylike in my appetites, but it hasn't been so overwhelming I've killed anyone.
[A beat, and she shakes her head sharply.]
I was stupid. I ought to have anticipated that kind of reaction. As it stands, it was to the point I expected Adrian to lash out at me, no matter he doesn't loathe himself nearly as much.
[. . .]
Will you answer something honestly for me? Truly honestly, and I promise I shan't tell anyone else.
[ he's doing his best. he was a little crueler, with seras' learning, but time has tempered him slightly: he still wants to see rosalind flourish, but he's gentler about his methods. it helps to have the time for it. ]
It will get easier. Your body is still adjusting, once you ease further into it the hunger will lessen. Then when you're as old as I am, you'll hardly be hungry at all.
[ his eyes narrow, just a little. ]
I don't think it was stupid to expect better of him, but it's disappointing nonetheless. It's a difficult position to be in, not knowing who will react in what way. I'm at the age I don't care any longer, but I know well of times where the difficulty was there.
[ and then: he looks at her a little more cautiously, but eventually nods. ]
[She won't ask him anything too personal, out of respect for him. That's a rare thing. Rarer than he might suspect; there's only one person in her life who gets that respect, and she loves him with all her heart. Alucard gets it both because he's her teacher and her sire; she won't be so foolish as to be nasty to him.]
Were you ever once afraid? Either of-- of reaction, or what might happen from some enthusiastic hunter or self-loathing vampire?
[ he says it immediately. he's not afraid to answer her question: it's easier than he thought she might ask, in any case, and that makes him more amenable to it. ]
There was a time where I was frightened, when I was young and not used to my powers or skills. Like a fawn on shaking legs trying to piece together a living. A hunter could have ended me, then. As I grew older, I became fiercer, less frightened, too proud. My hubris got me staked, captured.
[ a beat. ]
Forty years ago, I was afraid. I faced a twelve year old girl and I was frightened that she would send me back to the hole I came from. But she didn't. So I was lucky.
[It helps, hearing that. It doesn't make her any less resentful of her own fear, but it at least assures her she isn't a fool for feeling such things. If he feels it, even so recently, surely she isn't completely hopeless.]
Tell me what it was like when you were young.
[Soft. An entreaty, not a haughty demand, because for the first time in a very long time, she's so very much out of her depth.]
[ if the fear ever leaves entirely, that means something is wrong. when hubris takes over for sense. it's good she can feel fear much as it's good that sometimes, so can he. ]
The world was a savage place. When I was first turned I spelled out my revenge by killing as many Turks as possible. I was young, and angry, and wanted to kill anyone that had wronged me. No one knew how to combat me, then. I was free to do as I pleased, but the thought was still there: what if someone knows how, what if someone finds out, what if I'm killed before I finish my work.
It was... harrowing in a way, despite my newfound strength.
No, because that's what I am instead now. Usually. Most of the vampires here are fine, though I've my eye on a few as potential problems.
[ a beat. ]
I can't die, anymore. It's impossible. You know of Schrodinger's cat, naturally? Well, I ate him. Kill me, I'll die, but as soon as I'm unobserved, back I come.
[ he sighs, rubbing his temples. ]
All the same, I still worry I'll somehow die before Integra.
[She nods faintly, her eyes darting down for just a few seconds.]
I was Schrodinger's cat before all this. I was dead and alive, eternally, perpetually. That's what Robert is. There's no way to hurt him, tame him-- tame us or so I thought.
[A few seconds pass, and she hesitates visibly-- and then, uncertain, shifts over just slightly, closer to him.]
It's terrifying. I thought . . . I thought being this would be a guarantee, but instead, here I am, minding my manners more than I ever did as a human, terrified some self-righteous prick will try and stake me. I hate--
When you leave this place, won't it be returned to you? They took that aspect from me, as well. I'm no longer... omnipresent, like I was before. I can only hope it returns when I leave this place.
[ he nods slightly, at her admittance. ]
You are sturdier than you could have thought, like this, but there are still dangers. It will be all the more difficult to end you though, as long as you stay fed. It's...
[ a frown. ]
A delicate balance to learn. You'll be able to come into yourself again once you're more settled and know your limits.
[She shrugs. Truthfully, she has no idea if she can be returned to that state. It's part of why she was so desperate to become a vampire: because she doesn't know, and she wants some kind of guarantee. But the rest of it . . . she nods. What he says isn't precisely comforting, but it is honest, and she appreciates that over a comforting lie.]
Speaking of which . . . I'd, ah, I'd like to practice with you more. I'm still nervous to try sleeping with anyone beyond a vampire or a werewolf, lest I harm them.
[ but she knows that already, with his behavior in the fort. it's just... on a smaller scale, when it's just the one thing.
he's no good at comfort, so it's a good thing she's not against what he's said. ]
I'm not opposed. [ he looks at her, head canting aside. ] Over time you'll learn to control your strength better as well, and it will be less of a worry. Until then, practice makes perfect.
[ a beat. ]
Are there werewolves here? They're extinct, where I'm from.
[ the captain had been the last, and seras had killed him. ]
At least one. Actually, I discovered that when I was still human; he wasn't very good at hiding what he was. Large. Snappish. Not mean, necessarily, if not a little caught up in himself.
I haven't seen him transformed. He's large as a man; I can't imagine how enormous he'll be as a wolf.
[She says all this just a little too quickly, a tense sort of report. It's easier to talk about Derek than about his loss, about her fear.]
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finally, he nods. ]
I can't sense her anymore. She's gone.
[ he sounds.... at the fort, he'd sounded tired but urgent, intense. now he just sounds like he's been hollowed out. like there's a fire in him that's gone. ]
But that's not why you're here. What's troubling you?
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[He'd asked her a question, but she knows avoidance when she sees it. Rosalind says it softly, more gentle than she's ever been in front of him, her eyes even flickering down, as if he might need a moment of privacy.
God. She can't imagine having Robert and losing him. That would be worse, she thinks, than not having him from the start. The loss, the grief, the terror and the loneliness . . . god. She'd be a wreck. She'd have a breakdown, she thinks, and for a moment wonders if it's better Robert hasn't appeared.
But. She also knows what she'd prefer in such a situation: to focus on something else. To ignore her grief until it went away.]
Ah . . . I've revealed my newfound status to a few people so far.
[Her voice is more brisk, efficient.]
Adrian took it well. So did Diva. But, ah . . . I told Jonathan Reid.
[. . .]
I did not expect him to take it well. I would have been suspicious if he had, truthfully. But nor did I expect him to, ah . . . to threaten to stake me if I strayed out of line, according to his guidelines.
[She says it stiffly. Truth be told, the longer she thinks on that, the more it terrifies her, and maybe he can see some of that in the sudden lines of tension in her body, or the way she glares at the floor.]
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[ but he does, god, but he does. he's never going to get what he actually desires from integra, but just her presence is a balm to him in more ways than one. he loves her, she doesn't love him in that way--things are as they will always be, but it's a position that suits him.
now, left to his own devices, he's a mess.
he's glad when the subject changes. ]
Ah. Yes, I'm aware he knows. He went in on me as well. He kept saying he'd tell Integra, which doesn't matter because she wouldn't have cared, but now she's not here anyway.
[ with a sigh. his threat against rosalind is a more pressing matter. alucard scowls, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. ]
He's short-sighted and only believes what comes from his own world. He threatened me vaguely when I first arrived, and I tried not to take it personally. That said, he crossed a line.
[ a beat. ]
A plain staking wouldn't kill you anyway.
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Well, then. Don't tell him that.
[But though it's a comfort, it isn't much of one. Rosalind's smile fades, and she stares at nothing for a while. It isn't so frightening for him to threaten her, for she's only a few weeks old. But to threaten Alucard . . . it shows his dedication, at least, she supposes.]
. . . I didn't expect it. Not from him. I thought . . . I knew he'd be angry. But he was so . . .
[She shrugs sharply.]
It was as though I'd killed his mother. He all but accused me of killing someone, or inevitably doing so. And I--
[A beat. She wouldn't admit this normally, but with Alucard, it feels natural. Not a threat, not in the least, because she's his. Who better to confess this to?]
I was frightened, I suppose. Not a week old, so terribly good about not hurting anyone, and yet already I faced a death threat.
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[ he doesn't like seeing the doctor as an enemy, but there are a lot of problems here to go over. he nods, understanding. ]
It was the same when he spoke to me. I'd done the most horrible thing possible, ruined your life, set you up to murder countless innocents because that's what vampires in his world do.
[ he waggles his fingers a little as he says it. ]
I explained to him that our hunger works differently, that it's not all-encompassing as his apparently is, but it went in one ear and out the other.
[ but her confession, well, he understands that too. ]
On one of our first missions together, my Seras Victoria and I were set upon by a priest, a vampire killer. He did everything but kill her, and she was less than a week old too. She was terrified, but in the end she was stronger because of it.
[ he frowns, thoughtful. ]
There are going to be more reactions like his. This place is kind to vampires, but not everyone here will be so. Sometimes it's difficult to tell who, and often times it's other vampires who are the most loathing of all.
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She supposes she isn't surprised Jonathan went to Alucard, but still the thought rankles. Is she not an adult? Is she not capable of making her own choices? Alucard had not forced this upon her, and she'd made that clear; why on earth would Jonathan need to go to him? But ah, ah, he's so much like the men of their time. Patronizing, thinking he knows everything and anything, even when he so clearly doesn't.]
I do hunger. But I also have an unlimited supply of artificial blood. I shan't say I've been ladylike in my appetites, but it hasn't been so overwhelming I've killed anyone.
[A beat, and she shakes her head sharply.]
I was stupid. I ought to have anticipated that kind of reaction. As it stands, it was to the point I expected Adrian to lash out at me, no matter he doesn't loathe himself nearly as much.
[. . .]
Will you answer something honestly for me? Truly honestly, and I promise I shan't tell anyone else.
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It will get easier. Your body is still adjusting, once you ease further into it the hunger will lessen. Then when you're as old as I am, you'll hardly be hungry at all.
[ his eyes narrow, just a little. ]
I don't think it was stupid to expect better of him, but it's disappointing nonetheless. It's a difficult position to be in, not knowing who will react in what way. I'm at the age I don't care any longer, but I know well of times where the difficulty was there.
[ and then: he looks at her a little more cautiously, but eventually nods. ]
You may ask.
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Were you ever once afraid? Either of-- of reaction, or what might happen from some enthusiastic hunter or self-loathing vampire?
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[ he says it immediately. he's not afraid to answer her question: it's easier than he thought she might ask, in any case, and that makes him more amenable to it. ]
There was a time where I was frightened, when I was young and not used to my powers or skills. Like a fawn on shaking legs trying to piece together a living. A hunter could have ended me, then. As I grew older, I became fiercer, less frightened, too proud. My hubris got me staked, captured.
[ a beat. ]
Forty years ago, I was afraid. I faced a twelve year old girl and I was frightened that she would send me back to the hole I came from. But she didn't. So I was lucky.
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Tell me what it was like when you were young.
[Soft. An entreaty, not a haughty demand, because for the first time in a very long time, she's so very much out of her depth.]
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The world was a savage place. When I was first turned I spelled out my revenge by killing as many Turks as possible. I was young, and angry, and wanted to kill anyone that had wronged me. No one knew how to combat me, then. I was free to do as I pleased, but the thought was still there: what if someone knows how, what if someone finds out, what if I'm killed before I finish my work.
It was... harrowing in a way, despite my newfound strength.
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And now? Are you afraid at all that you might be killed by some over-zealous, self-loathing vampire?
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[ a beat. ]
I can't die, anymore. It's impossible. You know of Schrodinger's cat, naturally? Well, I ate him. Kill me, I'll die, but as soon as I'm unobserved, back I come.
[ he sighs, rubbing his temples. ]
All the same, I still worry I'll somehow die before Integra.
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I was Schrodinger's cat before all this. I was dead and alive, eternally, perpetually. That's what Robert is. There's no way to hurt him, tame him-- tame us or so I thought.
[A few seconds pass, and she hesitates visibly-- and then, uncertain, shifts over just slightly, closer to him.]
It's terrifying. I thought . . . I thought being this would be a guarantee, but instead, here I am, minding my manners more than I ever did as a human, terrified some self-righteous prick will try and stake me. I hate--
[She cuts herself off.]
I despise it.
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[ he nods slightly, at her admittance. ]
You are sturdier than you could have thought, like this, but there are still dangers. It will be all the more difficult to end you though, as long as you stay fed. It's...
[ a frown. ]
A delicate balance to learn. You'll be able to come into yourself again once you're more settled and know your limits.
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Speaking of which . . . I'd, ah, I'd like to practice with you more. I'm still nervous to try sleeping with anyone beyond a vampire or a werewolf, lest I harm them.
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[ but she knows that already, with his behavior in the fort. it's just... on a smaller scale, when it's just the one thing.
he's no good at comfort, so it's a good thing she's not against what he's said. ]
I'm not opposed. [ he looks at her, head canting aside. ] Over time you'll learn to control your strength better as well, and it will be less of a worry. Until then, practice makes perfect.
[ a beat. ]
Are there werewolves here? They're extinct, where I'm from.
[ the captain had been the last, and seras had killed him. ]
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I haven't seen him transformed. He's large as a man; I can't imagine how enormous he'll be as a wolf.
[She says all this just a little too quickly, a tense sort of report. It's easier to talk about Derek than about his loss, about her fear.]