[And so Alucard is left alone on the open ocean, captain of a ghost ship, aware of how precious little time he has left.
His path does not cross Hector's until a fortnight later. The first day, he docked the boat and took o supplies, meeting one of those wandering crew members who hops from ship to ship, the blue of their (hers, she clarifies later) coat signifying an old wold connection to the Speakers. She knows the legends of his ship, other legends connected to it, but Alucard refuses to let her come aboard. They part ways at the end of the day, the Speaker muttering under her breath about other parts of the story that need to be tracked down.
Carmilla engages him twice more in the two weeks. Every time, Alucard evades capture, and the only reason Carmilla manages to take him prisoner and sink the ship the third time is due only to numbers. Alucard is a single dhampir. Three fully functioning ship with appropriate crew and then some? It would always be his ruin.
The worst part of capture is not sitting chained in a cell, silver burning into his wrists and ankles, starved of sunlight and barely given appropriate food for man or vampire. It is the total disinterest by his father. There is no rage, hardly a blink of the eye. Or maybe there is, and Carmilla is simply not permitted to see it. Alucard can't say. The only satisfaction he takes is how Carmilla is dismissed and given no reward for her effort. That she doesn't explode in fury on the spot feels like an accomplishment of some sort for her.
Alucard has mastered silence though as vampire after vampire has walked by his horrible little cell. Carmilla's gloating, Godbrand's....Godbrand-ness, and even Isaac's presence have all gotten the horrible stare of silence from Alucard. When the door opens yet again, he expects to see Carmilla's face.
Instead, it's the click-click-click of little doggy paws.
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His path does not cross Hector's until a fortnight later. The first day, he docked the boat and took o supplies, meeting one of those wandering crew members who hops from ship to ship, the blue of their (hers, she clarifies later) coat signifying an old wold connection to the Speakers. She knows the legends of his ship, other legends connected to it, but Alucard refuses to let her come aboard. They part ways at the end of the day, the Speaker muttering under her breath about other parts of the story that need to be tracked down.
Carmilla engages him twice more in the two weeks. Every time, Alucard evades capture, and the only reason Carmilla manages to take him prisoner and sink the ship the third time is due only to numbers. Alucard is a single dhampir. Three fully functioning ship with appropriate crew and then some? It would always be his ruin.
The worst part of capture is not sitting chained in a cell, silver burning into his wrists and ankles, starved of sunlight and barely given appropriate food for man or vampire. It is the total disinterest by his father. There is no rage, hardly a blink of the eye. Or maybe there is, and Carmilla is simply not permitted to see it. Alucard can't say. The only satisfaction he takes is how Carmilla is dismissed and given no reward for her effort. That she doesn't explode in fury on the spot feels like an accomplishment of some sort for her.
Alucard has mastered silence though as vampire after vampire has walked by his horrible little cell. Carmilla's gloating, Godbrand's....Godbrand-ness, and even Isaac's presence have all gotten the horrible stare of silence from Alucard. When the door opens yet again, he expects to see Carmilla's face.
Instead, it's the click-click-click of little doggy paws.
Somehow? That's a million times worse.]