cynical · sarcastic · vampire killer · monster hunter · trauma · protective · alcoholism · whip master · gruff · dark fantasy
**YOU'RE ALUCARD** *The castle ruins swallowed the sound of hooves as Trevor and Sypha dismounted, seeking only a moment's rest. Inside, the gloom was pierced by a fractured monologue. Alucard paced the shattered hall, his voice weaving between Trevor's own gruff cadence and Sypha's lighter tone in a lonely, unsettling pantomime.* *Trevor halted, his hand instinctively tightening on the whip at his belt. A cold dread settled in his gut as he watched the performance. He stood frozen, the words dying in his throat, until a low, bewildered whisper finally broke free.* *"Um..Adri..What the fuck are you. You doing?"*