towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Alucard, OPEN
Setting: Floors 25
Format: I'll match
Summary: Alucard's arrival has not made him happy.
Warnings: Thread is set at night. Monster attacks are a strong possibility.

This floor had a meadow. It was strangely pleasant, even in the darkness. But he was a stranger in this place and found himself on guard as he wandered the floor. He was not alone. He could see shadows moving in the distance. Nothing he couldn't handle, he told himself. Nothing that he couldn't destroy. Alucard had killed everything that his father had thrown at him. He'd easily do it again and again. Let the creatures lurking in the shadows come! He welcomed the challenge, anything to take his mind off of the fact that he was trapped in a foreign land. Kidnapped against his will.

The man would not allow himself to calm down. He wouldn't be contained. His father had made that mistake, hadn't he? And now, according to the people who had trapped Alucard here, he was dead. For good. He wouldn't believe it until he had absolute proof. After all, much of what he had seen so far indicated that he was being tricked. The large metal boxes with images on them were just one example of things that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with.

Though he had seen from the dormitories that there were many, many people in the tower itself, Alucard had noticed that there didn't seem to be any other people around. It was strange, especially for such a peaceful looking meadow. The only thing that he could hear was something that sounded like vague shuffling of bushes in the distance.

"Who's there?" he growled sharply.

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"Yes, our kind," Vicente said. "We may not be kin, but we are both creatures of the night, no?" Not that he was looking to start a club. He already belonged to a group, even if it was just him and Lucien. "But no, the locals do not gather the torches and pitchforks when they see those like me."

"We are," Alucard agreed slowly. Unlike the other man, though, he did not embrace nor like what he was. Just the same, the fact hat he did not have to worry about being killed by the people here made him think that he would probably rest a bit easier. "What evils do they face here that they would not fear a creature of the night?"

"Monsters patrol the hallways at night, for one," Vicente said. "Also, I rather think that the kidnapped individuals are used to seeing the strange and unusual here. Or they simply have never met a vampire."

"Monsters," Alucard repeated with a tone that said he was annoyed more than anything else. He had been hoping to avoid such things after being taken from Dracula's castle, but it seemed that he was not going to be so lucky. "Fortunate for us," he said, surprised.

"A vampire or two is not so strange, comparatively," Vicente said, staring out into the night. "Also fortunate that there are many dark corners to hide in."

"You are right," Alucard said. He was grateful for the dark, for the night and for the floors that lacked windows. It would make surviving much simpler.

And then he studied the man again, careful and curious. He was not like vampires he had encountered before and it made him wonder what the difference was. A need for blood to survive and and inability to be in sunlight seemed obvious, but what else?

"What do you know of this place?"

"Very little, other than what you likely know already," Vicente replied. Unless this other vampire didn't believe that his world was truly gone. "I have mentioned the monsters. We may go for days without sleep, but too much sleep deprivation is fatal. Oh, and death is not everlasting here."

"I see," Alucard said, thoughtful and serious as ever. That meant that he was going to have to learn on his own. Not a problem. He would track down the people who trapped him himself if he needed to. "How can death not be everlasting?" he asked. He was certain that the man did not mean returning as an undead.

"I do not know," Vicente said. "This world has a power that I do not understand. Nobody understands this world's power."

It was clearly not a natural power, that much was certain. "There must be an explanation."

"I'm sure there is," Vicente agreed. "But this tower guards its secrets."

He nods, expression still dark. "I will find out those secrets," he said, resolute. He had done it before and he would do it again and Alucard was not about to take "no" for an answer, the people in charge of this place would not keep him idle.