Lacking Modesty

Awake Again

"Uncle," Adrian called, fully awake as his magic lifted him out of the coffin, his brother doing the same beside him. Damian stretched, yawning and exposing fangs.

"Uncle?" Trevor asks, eyebrow raised. "This is your uncle?"

"Not by blood," Milo points out, rolling his eyes. "I know family is something you need to wrap your little head around, but we take care of each other." Trevor growled, taking a step forward with a hand on his whip, but Sypha warded him off with her hand.

"Great messenger, are these the soldiers you spoke of?" she asked, looking both men up and down. They both turned to Milo, tilting their heads in an uncanny mimic of each other.

"Your scholar and hunter, boys," Milo confirmed. "This is Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades. A vampire hunter and a Speaker magician."

"Interesting," Damian hummed, finally putting his feet on the ground. A shiver raced through his limbs, his bare feet slapping against the cold floor. He approached with no fear, stopping a polite chatting distance from the Speaker-Belmont duo. "I have questions."

"Questions can wait," Adrian corrected, the sound of his sword exiting the sheath loud in the silence. "I think it's time to test this Belmont. Are you joining me?"

"You can measure your dicks by yourselves," Damian huffed, earning a cackle from Milo. He turned back to Sypha, humming. "I'm D. That's Alucard."

"Pleasure's mine," she chirped. Milo, amused beyond belief, lounged in the coffin, watching his boys. D and Sypha seemed to have opened up to each other with a game of twenty questions, asking one at a time. Trevor and Alucard were still having their pissing match, testing each other. Alucard snapped his fangs at him and the Belmont readied his whip. Sypha started paying attention when Trevor started losing, watching them fight with a keen eye. In turn, D started watching, too.

Milo stepped in when Alucard's fangs were at Belmont's throat and a knife was in his ribs, threatening his heart. He pulled them apart, laughing, before he settled more of his weight on one leg. He crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, chuckling when Alucard huffed and turned back to the coffin to retrieve his clothes. They both must have woken up and got comfortable, neither dressed in a shirt and their feet bare.

"That's enough, I think. A draw, for the most part! I'm proud," Milo chirped, looking between the contestants. He turned to D, humming a soft note. "Best get dressed, love. I think morning is approaching, and I wouldn't want you to fall ill."

"How the fuck is that going to work?" Trevor grouched, picking himself up off the ground. "Vampires can't walk around during the day. You expect us to travel by night?"

"Neither of us will combust in sunlight," D explained blandly. He caught his shirt when his brother tossed it to him. "Alucard is mostly unaffected, but I get something my mother called heat sickness. If I am in the sun too long, I start to overheat and burn."

"Humans do that too, you know," Sypha informed, rocking all the balls of her feet. "We can't stand extreme heat without aid."

"I doubt you actually catch fire," Alucard pointed out. "D does."

"It's unfortunate," D huffed, shoving on his boots. "I like the sun. I'm glad it's not as bad as when I was younger. I used to start burning at any drop of sunlight."

"Maybe that's because you're so cold," Alucard huffed, throwing D's extremely long sword at him. He caught it and strapped it to his back, taking his black cloak with a huff. "I'm never sleeping with you and your cold feet again."

D shook his head and started toward the exit. Sypha joined Trevor's side, raising an eyebrow at the brothers as the both of them move to what looked like a solid wall.