Spring Forward, Fall Back (Alucard x Chubby! Reader)

Chapter 52 - Planning

Trevor P.O.V.

The next morning we all sat down around the table for breakfast. I wasn't looking forward to the day as it was, but now I'm being told we'd be planning our trip back in time to go get Dracula. Dracula, of all people.

"I think we should do this as quickly as possible," Fang Face said. "I know you may not think it, Belmont, but I do want to make sure we're careful."

"You're right," I said. "I can't believe we're even thinking about bringing him back." Sypha was about to interrupt, but I continued what I was going to say.

"But I also know that this may be the only way to stop what's happening now. I may not like the idea, but its not like we have a whole lot more of a choice."

"You have to understand something, Trevor," Y/N said. "In my time, before whatever it was happened, Dracula was known as a fair and just ruler who did everything he could for his people. He helped the sick, kept them safe and provided the things they needed when they needed it. He was known by the Romanian peoples as being a great man."

"Something in our time changed all of this?" Sypha asked. Y/N nodded and stood from her spot. She went over to her shelves and pulled out a folder and a book and brought them back to the table.

"When I started school, one of the things I did was a report on Dracula. It was my freshman year and I was in a psychology class where we were discussing the difference between fact and fiction. The thing is, here in my time, we have a book by an Irish man named Bram Stoker who made Dracula into a count that had laid waste to the enemies of his country and people, and, yes, done horrible things to get that protection information across. This included impaling people on spikes."

"Yes," Fang Face said. "I remember that happening."

"But the thing is this story by Bram Stoker that made everything worse. He took basic facts and embellished upon them," she continued. "He said that Dracula killed without mercy anyone who crossed his path. Not true. He said that Dracula drank the blood of virgins to stay young. Not true. But the story says it was when he decided to buy properties in other countries 300 years later that Stoker alludes to. The story says that a man named Johnathan Harker came to visit him to finish paperwork on the sale of properties in the middle of downtown London called Carfax Abbey. It was then that Dracula saw the picture of Harker's fiancee, Mina, and saw that she looked like his dead wife. Then he came up with the plan to make Harker stay in his castle, being held back from returning to London by his three vampire brides, while he went to London to claim Mina as his own. In the process of trying to woo Mina, he decided to slake his hunger by drinking the blood of her best friend, Lucy, thus turning her into a vampire also."

"This is definitely one of those stories you could get lost in," Sypha admitted.

"It goes on to say that a brave vampire hunter with the name Van Helsing came to London originally as a doctor to treat Lucy for her malady only to slay her with a stake through the heart. Mina eventually became enraptured with Dracula while all of this was going on, and she tried like mad to protect him from harm by misdirecting Van Helsing on multiple occasions."

"Compelling story," Fang Face said, "but only parts of it deal with fact. I'm sure this text helped with the way people see my father and why they dress the way they do."

"Among other reasons," Y/N said. "There isn't just that book. Oh, if you saw how many movies, books, games and stuff they have, you'd shit." Then she jumped up and ran to her games to retrieve one of the cases.

"Technically speaking, they know of you, too, Adrian." she said as she lifted the game case to show him and giggled a bit at his wide eyed reaction.

"What the fuck is it?" I asked.

"It's a game called 'Vampire Hunter D'. It's about the son of Dracula, a Dhampir, hunting down vampires."

"Son of Dracula, huh?" Sypha said with a smirk. "Sounds somewhat familiar."

"I can't believe they did this," Fang Face said with a blush deepening on his cheeks.

"Oh, but it gets better," she said with a laugh. "He has a sidekick of sorts. It's a creature in his hand that eats souls, poisons and things like that. Not only that, but he has this extremely long sword to fight with, a large brimmed hat he wears to keep the sun out of his face, a demonic mechanical horse he rides on and the vampire he's hunting through the whole thing is Carmilla."

"Wow," Sypha responded. "I guess they did know about you and her."

"It came from texts that they had from long ago about Dracula, his child and one of his most trusted generals trying to take his place." Her eyes widened and she suddenly continued.

"This means that someone, I don't know who, already knew about Dracula's generals. It had to be someone who was a descendant of the people of Wallachia or Braila that had access to the records or heard of the coup."

"It could have been any one of the people she kept as livestock," Sypha huffed. "That's hundreds of families that have to be gone through."

"No," Fang Face said softly. "There's one who passes on stories just as the Speakers do. One that they stole. One that they forced to work for them."

"The Forgemaster," I muttered. Leave it to vampires to pull something so fucking stupid.

"Are Forgemasters able to make themselves immortal?" I asked.

"I don't think so," Fang Face responded, "but it is possible to hand down their craft from father to son. Only boys are able to carry on the craft, but it is possible to make a night creature that is immortal."

"That could be how this story passed down," Y/N remarked. "It could be that the night creature that was set forth by either of the Forgemasters could have been made immortal to serve his line. It would definitely insure the knowledge would be passed on and that a Forgemaster would always be at the side of Carmilla."

"Ok, so that will be necessary to pass on to Dracula. Do you have anything portable to show this to him?" I asked. This prompted all the rest of them to look at me like I was a moron.

"Do you not remember the thing she brought with her that she showed us movies on?" Sypha asked with exasperation. When the light bulb of remembrance finally shown in my eyes, hers rolled.

"I think I rolled my eyes so hard I checked out my own ass," Y/N said with a chuckle.

Reader P.O.V.

"How did it look?" Adrian asked with a smirk.

"Still broken. It's still got that crack in it."

"Enough with the flirting," Trevor whined. "You two are trying to make me sick, aren't you?"

"Oh, would you shut up, you whining barbarian?" Sypha asked. "You act like you've never flirted in front of anyone ever in your fucking life."

While those two argued back and forth, Adrian looked to me and took my hand in his. Instead of staying at the table, he picked me up and carried me over to one of the chairs in the living room where he sat down and arranged me on his lap the way he wanted.

"I feel like a rag doll when you do that, Adrian," I said with a laugh.

"You aren't just any old rag doll, love," he said before lifting my hand and placing a kiss on it."You're my doll. No rags to be found. Just a beautiful woman I will treasure always." His words caused a warming of my face, a blush spreading from neck to scalp.

"Hey!" Trevor suddenly shouted. "Why'd you guys leave? I thought we were talking about what to do with the whole Dracula situation?"

"You were having a lover's tiff," I said. "We didn't want to intrude."

"Nor did we wish to sicken you with more of our flirting, so we came over here," Adrian said triumphantly, a huge smile spreading across his face.

The two of them came over to join us, deciding that we could talk about everything else in the comfort of the living room.