He’d taken Vincent to a bed to sleep in in Alice’s home; it hadn’t taken much convincing to take up the offer, and it made enough sense. Nick was uncharacteristically quiet as he set the poor man down, cleaned him off, and then pulled the blankets over him. 

Trevor ran an arm over his brow, wiping away the sweat and harpy blood before it ran into his eyes. He stepped over the wayward wing splayed across the ground, trudging back for the wagon.

Dagger beneath her cloak? Check. Spellbooks in her bag? Check. About to do something incredibly foolish? Triple check.

Trevor and Alucard had gone to town for the week. Sypha didn’t expect them back for a day or two -- and right now, she didn’t have that kind of time. Vincent may have been the newest occupant of the castle, but he was also the only one left at the moment. Sypha knew that she could trust anyone that was close with Alucard; her friend would never allow anyone to stay within their home if he thought they could ever bring harm upon her or Trevor. Furthermore, Vincent had seemed rather polite -- albeit distant -- the few times they’d spoken. However, it left her hoping that he was at least fond enough of her in order to humor her request.

It had taken a while for Sypha to track down the man within the stone labyrinth of Dracula’s castle, but when she did, she wasted little time with formalities.

And there she was again, for the fourth day in a row, standing by the tree in the park. Persephone was quietly delighted to see how much better all the plants were doing since she’d started to tend to them.

The tree she was under had doubled in blossoms.

She’d been reaching out to him quite a lot, and then for the last few days not at all.

And then here she was, calling him out of the blue early one night.