[It's stupid and stubborn, pretending as if the hardest part of the story to swallow is not the reappearance of the seemingly long-dead son of the immortal pirate vampire lord, but the hair color. Alucard takes after his mother, obviously. Hector's caught glimpses of her portrait in Dracula's cabin before.
Hector paces, turn between the door and the vampire...no, dhampir, he supposes. He should leave. The son had nearly rivaled the father, and Hector knows Dracula's power far outmatches his own.
...but he snuck away, sailing out under cover of darkness, and he can't come back without making some sort of accounting for his disappearance.]
No. I'm not returning empty-handed.
[Dracula has been closer to a patron than a captain to him at times, but whatever reserved affection he has for his human admiral, Hector can't imagine it will extend to forgiving him an act of mutiny.]
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[It's stupid and stubborn, pretending as if the hardest part of the story to swallow is not the reappearance of the seemingly long-dead son of the immortal pirate vampire lord, but the hair color. Alucard takes after his mother, obviously. Hector's caught glimpses of her portrait in Dracula's cabin before.
Hector paces, turn between the door and the vampire...no, dhampir, he supposes. He should leave. The son had nearly rivaled the father, and Hector knows Dracula's power far outmatches his own.
...but he snuck away, sailing out under cover of darkness, and he can't come back without making some sort of accounting for his disappearance.]
No. I'm not returning empty-handed.
[Dracula has been closer to a patron than a captain to him at times, but whatever reserved affection he has for his human admiral, Hector can't imagine it will extend to forgiving him an act of mutiny.]