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[ Oh. Right. A job. That thing he doesn't have here. But he hops himself off the roof and bursts into a cloud of white mist as he does so, drifting his way down to reappear from it beside Hector on the ground. It's like magic! ]

You had some stragglers around but I took care of them so, no worries there.

Show-off. [Hector grumbles as Trevor mists his way down, though he's always begrudgingly impressed when Trevor does one of his little vampire tricks.

At Trevor's words, though, he looks around nervously.]

You can't just say 'no worries'. What were they?

Just your run of the mill annoying bastards.

[ He says that easily enough with a shrug of his shoulders. ]

Nothing I'd be worried about. Definitely not your bone lady.

[ And, after a bit of a pause. ]

So. You're good?

Yeah...I'm good.

[Almost got himself killed trying to kill the bone lady, but that was a couple of weeks back now, practically ancient history. Nothing to worry Trevor about.

He can't just relax and chat with Trevor out here in the open, when there could be stray 'annoying bastards' lurking.]

You can come inside, if you want. I can get you a drink.

[Trevor's choice if he wants beer or faun blood.]

Oh, uh... sure.

[ He rubs a hand along the back of his neck, seeming a bit awkward all of a sudden. ]

I mean... if you have nothing better to do.

Get inside, Belmont.

[Hector's night vision has improved in faun form, but he still has instincts and he's not going stand around in the dark when he's got a perfectly comfortable and reasonably safe house.

He opens the door and steps inside, turning over his shoulder to face Trevor.]

Is that enough of an invitation?

Yeah. That works.

[ And he kinda hates that he needs that now?? Fucking "vampire rules" and whatever. But, he follows along after Hector, cloak tugged around him a little as he goes. ]

Is it just you here at the moment?

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There's my dog and a swarm of tame rats here, but Everett's out visiting his bonded.

[Cezar waddles out, gives them both a greeting sniff, then wanders over to his food dish expectantly.

Hector gestures to the couch as he wanders into the kitchen.]

Let me take care of Cezar, then I'm yours.

[He scoops some kibble and gives the dog a little pat as he straightens back up.]

So, are you thirsty or are you hungry?

[ Coming to drop himself down onto the couch, he stretched his legs out while gently going about removing his gloves. He tucks them under his belt after setting the Morning Star aside in a way that won't accidentally brush against his pale skin and burn him and just... looks around for a long moment. ]

Hm?

[ Glancing over his shoulder, those blue eyes blink in confusion before he clues in to what Hector is asking. ]

Oh. Uh... whatever. I don't care.

[ Suspicious?? Either way, he doesn't linger on that for too long. ]

Did you- I mean, was it just Dracula that you knew in terms of vampires?

[Hector sighs, and sets about pouring a beer. Of course. Trevor doesn't care. Hector likes the Belmont, but in the words of the man himself, 'uh...whatever'.]

No, there were the vampire generals. From what I understand, you killed most of them.

[He brings Trevor the glass and settles into a chair across from the couch.]

They were different from Dracula. Like vindictive, murderous cats, each chasing their own mouse.

[ With beer in hand, Trevor stares down to it as he listens to Hector explain. It's strange that he has this beer right here in his bloody hand and yet... he can't really be bothered to want a sip of it. At least not yet?? Yeah. ]

So... they were without feeling or remorse. Basically.

Well, yes. That's why he picked them.

[Hector can see you sulking, Belmont. Don't turn into an Alucard. Hector leans back into his chair with a huff.]

You know, you'd make a shitty scientist. It's a sampling bias. You only see the old, powerful vampires that have lost themselves to bloodlust, because those are the ones you get called to hunt.

[Are there other kinds of vampires? In Wallachia, who knows? But here in Aefenglom, there certainly are.]

Except I'm beginning to forget how to feel.

[ It's muttered gently as he keeps staring to his beer before he goes and sets it down on the table, leg crossing over his other with his arm slung over the back of the couch as he knocks his head back and stares up to the ceiling. ]

Anyways. Is that why you don't want to bond with someone? Because it means you'd have to feel something?

Belmont....Trust me, you're not like the vampire generals. If you were, you wouldn't keep saving my ass and not asking for anything in return.

[He'd laugh, if Belmont didn't sound so miserable about it. Hector doesn't know what being a vampire is like, but the thought of Trevor Belmont becoming vicious like Godbrand or cruel like Carmilla...it's just not possible.

When the conversation turns to Hector however, his eyes narrow.]

Go fuck yourself. Fauns feel everything, magnified. You don't know what you're talking about.

I know. I taste it in your blood.

[ He says it so nonchalantly that it almost seems like an afterthought to him. ]

Maybe that's how it works here. How a vampire is still able to feel. By drinking those emotions through blood.

[ He's still a Belmont and still looks at it through the Belmont lens of what makes sense in terms of dealing with a monster. It's just this time he gets a firsthand experience with it rather than through altercation or text. ]

Through blood and through your bonds. I don't think the vampires we know got either.

[Hector's still prickly over Trevor's accusation of his bond-cowardice. Yes, he has reservations, which are perfectly justified, but Trevor doesn't have to call him out like that.]

You have at least one reliable bond. [Sypha's trustworthy, at least. Hector doesn't know bond number 3, but he's not assuming Trevor's getting any sort of helpful emotions from Alucard.]

Dracula was sane the entire time he had his wife alongside him, and that was without the magical anchors you have with your bonded.

[ This casual shade cast at Alucard. ]

He was also fucking Dracula.

[ Most feared and powerful vampire ever pretty much. So powerful no one had ever seen him before. Just heard the stories and seen the aftermath of his ways. If only he could tell his family that he'd not only seen him but slain him, too. But, you know, they're all dead, so. Please be proud of him, Leon?? ]

Are you afraid of feeling things for people? Don't want to get attached only to be let down or left behind?

And you're Trevor Fucking Belmont.

[So suck it up. Just not literally.

Hector shrugs. He has very different views of Dracula than Trevor, and he doesn't expect Trevor to ever understand how Dracula had been before. Hector had only met him once during the time Vlad had traveled, but it had been impactful.]

Shut up. I have...feelings...for people, I just don't have bonds. I tried, and it didn't work out.

What didn't work about it? Did they disappear from here?

[ He knows that's a thing. His dragon bonded has lost two bonds already. ]

[For a man who's forgetting how to feel, Trevor's mighty curious about Hector's private affairs. Hector crosses his arms.]

No, he's still here. I did one of those potions with one of Everett's bonded, Myr, so that we could try to ambush that skeleton-centaur who attacked the house. It felt dark, and angry, and it hurt. It felt... wrong.

['The moment you came out of me, I knew you were wrong,' his mother had said, long ago, an inescapable echo in Hector's memories.]

Myr maintains two stable bonds, and he's a decent person...[Hector assumes. He's not a reliable judge of those things, but Myr is nice to Cezar, so it's probably true.]...therefore, the problem must be with me.

[ Trevor lets his gaze wander across the room as Hector explains himself and just... listens. Fingers drumming against the back of the couch, he tilts his head then, looking to the faun. ]

It felt dark and angry to you?

[ Blue eyes keep themselves on Hector. ]

Because if so, that's what you were picking up from the other person. You don't feel your own emotions through the bond. You feel what the other person is.

[Hector's brow wrinkles.]

That can't be right...

[Myr had been...single-minded in the quest to murder Adelheid, but he couldn't have been the source for all that pain. It's much easier for Hector to believe he is broken than it is to think that Myr could be.]

So what do your bonded feel from you?

Depending on the blood, when I've fed. They felt when I died as well and came back a vampire.

[ Thankfully it hadn't been traumatic?? More like a sudden snap in the bond that lasted for only a moment or two. ]

When Ciaran lost one of his bonded, I felt his pain and sadness over it. I didn't know what had happened, just that he was in pain.

[Hector's head snaps up, and he looks at Trevor with wide eyes.]

So it's like that for everyone? Then what the fuck is the point of bonds?

[Pain, sadness, death. Hector gets enough of that in his own life. He doesn't need to leech someone else's.]

For a monster? So you don't fucking lose your shit and hurt yourself or someone else.

[ Probably... worse for a vampire there?? Do fauns just lose their marbles and hurt people?? He's not sure. But there's still the possibility of ANY monster becoming feral, so. ]

Look. Would you only bond with someone if you trusted them enough?

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