"I have to admit that Alucard didn't detail the finer intricacies of vampire politics." Richard sighed. "He didn't think it seemed as important."
He paused the moment she took his hand and placed it along her neck. A pulse. Maybe he'd never understand how the bloody hell an undead could feel so life-like. It worked in saving her ass though. She could hide among the humans and the other vampires. It was a trait of her breed--or so he thought. Dracula's ilk could never hope to achieve this. Although it somehow worked if Alucard was born.
"It did cross my mind. Once or twice." He hesitated a moment. How many more questions could he ask before she became uncomfortable? Wasn't it strange to see a face she knew asking questions in hopes of answers that one would presume he knew?
"I'm presuming then you moved with the family." Richard chose to say instead. "We obviously didn't stay in Wallachia. Further back to Europe and then some of us even to America." Though his accent made it obvious he came from the British side of the family. "In fact, Vampire Killer had to be recovered by my grandfather. It... went off to another part of the family. Still a direct lineage of Belmonts, but, none of us could wield the whip properly anymore."
Not until that day when he grabbed the whip as a young boy. He flicked it to keep a monster at bay. It sprang to life. Power coursed through it. Vampire Killer had accepted him in that moment. Looking back at it? Richard wondered if it was because the whip recognized who he was before the family curse.
"I don't suppose anyone's told you the story of the whip." He leaned down to gently pick up the old weapon. The weapon that never seemed to age or deteriorate.
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He paused the moment she took his hand and placed it along her neck. A pulse. Maybe he'd never understand how the bloody hell an undead could feel so life-like. It worked in saving her ass though. She could hide among the humans and the other vampires. It was a trait of her breed--or so he thought. Dracula's ilk could never hope to achieve this. Although it somehow worked if Alucard was born.
"It did cross my mind. Once or twice." He hesitated a moment. How many more questions could he ask before she became uncomfortable? Wasn't it strange to see a face she knew asking questions in hopes of answers that one would presume he knew?
"I'm presuming then you moved with the family." Richard chose to say instead. "We obviously didn't stay in Wallachia. Further back to Europe and then some of us even to America." Though his accent made it obvious he came from the British side of the family. "In fact, Vampire Killer had to be recovered by my grandfather. It... went off to another part of the family. Still a direct lineage of Belmonts, but, none of us could wield the whip properly anymore."
Not until that day when he grabbed the whip as a young boy. He flicked it to keep a monster at bay. It sprang to life. Power coursed through it. Vampire Killer had accepted him in that moment. Looking back at it? Richard wondered if it was because the whip recognized who he was before the family curse.
"I don't suppose anyone's told you the story of the whip." He leaned down to gently pick up the old weapon. The weapon that never seemed to age or deteriorate.