[Leaves rustle under Hector's boots: he's come out after him, the stubborn bastard. Isaac clenches his jaw, expecting him to linger, to fill the night with talk. But Hector moves past him, marching on ahead -- and then, with sudden urgency, doubles right back before he can begin to feel grateful.
Isaac starts at his touch, stiffening. What he sees when he lifts his head isn't Hector's face - or much of a face at all. His eyes are rolling back into his skull all the way, his skin bulging and rippling, splitting as bloated maggots push through it like wet paper. Wide-eyed, Isaac rears his head back and wrenches himself out of his grip, wincing as he grasps for his dagger. By the time he has dropped into a fighter's crouch, poised to slash at him, Hector is Hector again, staring back at him.
Isaac feels his stomach pitch. He keeps his blade raised, wary. It jitters in his fist.
It doesn't make sense - of all the doppelgangers and shapeshifters that have ever taken Hector's form, none have ever been able to reproduce the aura of Dracula's magic rolling off their bodies. Their bond remains unbroken, every fibre of his being tingling-alert with the certainty that this really is Hector and that nothing has changed. No dark spirits sliding into his body and taking possession of him.]
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Isaac starts at his touch, stiffening. What he sees when he lifts his head isn't Hector's face - or much of a face at all. His eyes are rolling back into his skull all the way, his skin bulging and rippling, splitting as bloated maggots push through it like wet paper. Wide-eyed, Isaac rears his head back and wrenches himself out of his grip, wincing as he grasps for his dagger. By the time he has dropped into a fighter's crouch, poised to slash at him, Hector is Hector again, staring back at him.
Isaac feels his stomach pitch. He keeps his blade raised, wary. It jitters in his fist.
It doesn't make sense - of all the doppelgangers and shapeshifters that have ever taken Hector's form, none have ever been able to reproduce the aura of Dracula's magic rolling off their bodies. Their bond remains unbroken, every fibre of his being tingling-alert with the certainty that this really is Hector and that nothing has changed. No dark spirits sliding into his body and taking possession of him.]