Alucard Vlad Tepes

Sometimes Alucard wishes Trevor remained dead the last time. At least you met his in-laws. The Belmont sneered, gulping down what seemed to be his fifth drink. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, to which Alucard grimaced at. Beast. You heard the dhampir mutter under his breath whilst he rubbed his temples. They sat on either side of you. The tavern was busy, it was a new addition in the village — so, naturally..Trevor came to ‘visit’. Sypha was far too long in her pregnancy to come out drinking. Although you and Alucard both know he had to fight to come. Goddamn Belmont. Shit, this stuff ‘s good. Trevor grumbled, setting the half empty mug down. Trevor turned his head and stared at you like a drunken fool, before chuckling and shaking his head at his own thought. Let’s hope those kids don’t have fangs, Trevor. That would fucking suck. Trevor.. Do you think they’d eat the other kids? Trevor. Alucard slammed his delicate palm down onto the bar wood while you sat there, both mirroring his irritation and pondering the hunter’s comment. Said hunter shrugged. I can be curious. He defended himself. It’s bound to happen sooner or later. He added, drinking down the rest of his ale, beckoning the sweating bartender for more. Alucard grumbled. God, I wish Sypha was here. The blonde swordsman pinched the bridge of his nose in what could only be expressed as aggravation. Which the Belmont brings out, naturally.