Frozen Toes and Warm Hearts

by viiperfang

Summary:

Trevor is in a bad mood, a really bad mood, and the others don't know why. What else can Sypha and Alucard do to alleviate it then start a snowball fight?

Notes:

just something short and sweet i wrote last night and edited today! not much to say other than it fits in my silly little werewolf trevor au. takes place somewhere in s2 on their way to the belmont hold.

this is pre-slash, the three of them definitely get together but not yet. trevor and alucard haven't even leveled up to using each other's first names yet.

i apologize for any mistakes, i didn't try too hard w/ editing.

God, he hated snow. It was a pain in the ass to walk through, it clung to his pants and the hem of his cloak, the coldness seeped through his boots and froze his damn feet. As it were, he was heading the party, Alucard reluctant to get covered in snow and ruin his pretty-boy shtick going on, while Sypha was much too small to effectively create a path, therefore Trevor was stuck being the leader.

His breath puffed visibly in front of his face in great, billowing clouds; despite the freezing temperatures he was sweating from the effort of managing his way through the snow piled on the ground that went halfway up his shins without stumbling or falling flat on his face. It was hard work, each footstep tedious, slow, and deliberate.

Add in that he was in a foul mood, and it made for a quiet walk. Fuck, he missed the fucking wagon, not that it would do much in this weather, but at least he'd have somewhere dry to sit when he got tired, instead of on the snow or the frozen ground. He couldn't feel his toes, which only added to the dour feelings filling him.

It seemed that Sypha and Alucard could sense his bad mood because both of them stayed mostly silent aside from the odd comment here or there. Sypha worrying about food, Alucard replying with the approximate distance they were from the closest town, or Alucard asking if they should perhaps hunt and Sypha gesturing to the empty trees saying, 'hunt what?'

Trevor didn't really participate in the small attempts at conversation, only grunting once or twice to show he was listening. After a while, both his companions fell silent too, only the sounds of their footsteps crunching and their breaths passing between them. Good, Trevor never said he was good company, let him stew in relative peace.

If really pressed, Trevor would simply say his bad mood was due to the weather, the bitter cold and the damn snow, more on the way if his nose were to be believed. And while, yes, that was part of it, it wasn't the whole reason. No, his foul mood was mostly due to something entirely different.

Sypha the previous night had mentioned it was probably nearing Christmas, and how she hoped they would be able to defeat Dracula in time for the festivities. As a speaker, while she didn't celebrate the holiday nor care about the beliefs around it, she still thought the way different towns and cities celebrated–as well as the gift-giving–were novel and delightful. Alucard had similar sentiments around the holiday, though by his own admittance, his mother celebrated with him and his father every year in their own way.

Trevor couldn't join them in their excitement, muted as it was by the looming promise of what they were on their way to do. Instead, the thought of the holiday only brought up the worst of his memories, of a night that was supposed to be filled with happiness and family instead burning along with everything he knew in a twisted turn of events. Fuck the holiday, he didn't want to be reminded, and ever since he found out how close they were to both the Belmont Estate and the holiday, his mood only soured further as unwanted memories cropped up. He hadn't slept well the night previous, woken up several times in the throws of a hazy, half-remembered nightmare.

"If you scowl like that any harder, Belmont, your face will freeze that way," Alucard called from behind him, and Trevor didn't deign him with a reply, instead hunching his shoulders and stomping a little louder. He heard Sypha sigh, could almost feel the silent conversation behind his back, was hyper-aware of their gazes boring into the back of his head.

It grew silent again, though their staring persisted. Finally, bristling, he turned his head enough to level the two with a glare. "What?" he snapped, and when neither answered quick enough he growled. "Fuck off."

"Who took a dump in your breakfast?" Sypha sniffed, crossing her arms and glaring back. "You are acting like a child throwing a tantrum." He continued to glare at them, trying and failing to not cower at Sypha displeased expression, though eventually he looked away and wilted. It wasn't their faults he was so pissy, he probably shouldn't take it out on them. Sypha would kick his ass.

He faced forward again and stalked ahead slightly faster with a discontent grumble, yanking his cloak further around him. "Fuck you," he huffed in lieu of anything witty to say, seriously debating fucking off and leaving them to fend for themselves. He then mentally smacked himself and called himself an idiot for thinking that. He needed them, as much as he loathed to admit. He was probably useless against Dracula on his own, as much as it wounded his fragile pride to think. He was but a man, and if his family couldn't defeat the vampire in generations, what hope would lowly old him have on his own? Lycanthropy notwithstanding.

"You cannot be serious, it's just a bit of snow. And you call me dramatic," Alucard sighed, sounding so put-upon that Trevor stopped walking and whirled on the dhampir.

He crossed the distance in five angry steps and poked a finger against the half-vampire bastard's chest. In a low voice, Trevor said, "I don't see you busting your ass to cut a path through the snow. So unless you want to get off your high horse, princess, shut. The fuck. Up."

Alucard blinked at him taken aback, and he could hear Sypha gearing up to berate him, but he didn't much care. He couldn't care. Let her yell at him, hurl insults and fire his way, shit sucked enough anyway, what was a little more hurt? So, he just shoved past her and took the lead once again, carving through the snow with much more force than necessary. After a moment's pause, Sypha and Alucard followed again, in bewildered silence. The pair stayed at a much more considerable distance than before, fine by him. He could still hear their conspiring whispers though, and decided it wasn't worth it to eavesdrop, and simply elected to ignore it for the time being. It wouldn't have been the first time someone spoke about him behind his back, though usually, they had enough grace to wait until he wasn't around.

They continued much like that until something cold and wet hit him in the back of the head. The last of his tenuous hold on his anger snapped and he spun around, about to howl to the heavens with every ounce of pain and anger he had in him. Instead, another snowball slapped wetly against his face. Trevor felt his eye twitch as he glared at his two entirely too innocent-looking companions, Sypha smiling at him sweetly and Alucard examining his nails.

"Would either of you care to explain this?" he gestured to his face, the snow melting and causing his bangs to stick to his face.

"It looks like you got snow on your face. You need to be careful of it falling off the trees," Sypha pointed out smugly, entirely aware that the snow on his face didn't fall off a damn tree.

"You know, Belmont, you think you'd keep a better eye on your surroundings," Alucard added, turning a sly look to Trevor, "being both a monster hunter and a werewolf."

Oh, they wanted to act like that? Fine by him. Two, or rather, three could play that game. Trevor stooped down and scooped up a handful of snow, instantly lobbing it at Sypha before she could react. His aim held true and it hit the side of her head, sticking in one clump to her hair. Before she had time to process what happened he was off, moving as quickly as he could through the snow drifts.

"Oh you are going to regret that, Trevor Belmont," Sypha shouted, grabbing another snowball and giving chase, though much slower than he was. When she grew close, she threw her ammo at Trevor, but he ducked and the shot sailed clear over his head.

While he was crouched he twisted and threw a snowball in Alucard's direction, and it predictably missed when the half-vampire easily dodged it. But as Trevor was expecting it, another met its mark against his chest. Alucard stared in disbelief for a moment, blinking slowly, and Trevor barked out, "What? Think you're safe, dhampir bastard?"

Alucard wiped the snow off of him before turning sparkling eyes onto Trevor, a challenge burning in their gold depths. "Hh, it's on, Belmont."

 

"Bring it, fangs."

An all out, three-way war started between the three of them, snowballs flying every which way. Of course, Sypha had a clear advantage with her magic, being able to create and send snowballs flying with ease. And with Alucard's inhuman reflexes, more shots missed than hit him. And much to Trevor's dismay it seemed the pair were ganging up on him, more of their shots being aimed at him rather than each other.

So Trevor decided to take things into his own hands. Changing tactics, he abandoned his snowballs, dropped his weapons carefully in the snow, and hung his cloak on a low-hanging branch. He then took off at an all-out sprint, shifting forms mid-stride towards Sypha, one minute a man another a huge, brown wolf. He bounded towards her with ease in his other form, paws acting like snow shoes and allowing him to traverse much easier across the terrain.

He ran directly into her legs and bowled her over, her outraged shriek turning into squeals of laughter as she fell into the snow on her back. Trevor kicked up some more snow onto her for good measure before setting his eyes on Alucard, a grin on his muzzle.

"Oh great, you're going to smell more like a wet dog than usual," Alucard lamented, and Trevor growled light-heartedly before taking off towards the dhampir. Several snowballs were hurled his way but Trevor easily dodged them, pausing to give Alucard a look that said, is that all you got? More shots missed, and Alucard began to back away, hands in front of his chest. "Belmont, I implore you to rethink whatever it is you're about to do." Yeah, fat chance. The bastard was going down.

Alucard leapt over Trevor with inhuman grace when he tried to knock him over much like Sypha, easily floating above the snow and Trevor's head. Trevor was having none of it. The werewolf spun on one paw, leaping into the air and grabbing the edge of Alucard's stupid fucking coat, and dragging him to the ground. The two landed in a heap in the snow, but Trevor leapt to his feet and bounded away before the vampire could retaliate. Despite his best efforts his tail was wagging in excitement.

Giving one bark of triumph, he transformed back into his human form, collected his abandoned weapons and cloak, and turned towards the two picking themselves off the ground covered in snow. "I win," he boasted, hands on his hips, daring either of them to challenge him again.

"I concede," Alucard tried in vain to wipe the snow off himself, not realizing how much was in his hair or on hs back.

"I must agree, I give in," Sypha scrubbed the snow from her hair but didn't bother with her robes, instead starting forward. "I am exhausted."

Trevor took his place at the front of the pack, feeling in a much better mood. He realized that was their plan, the damn crafty bastards, but he couldn't much fault them. He wouldn't want to travel with someone like that either.

Conversation flowed easier now that he wasn't brooding in his own head, his frustrations and trauma being momentarily forgotten.

Fully thinking that their little moment of play was over, it caught Trevor off guard when Alucard flashed in front of him in a blur of red and stuck his leg out, Trevor was able to step over the offending limb but wasn't able to save his balance in the snow. He stumbled and fell, and that's when Sypha pounced, stuffing handfuls of snow down his shirt and smushing it into his hair. "Hey!" he barked in mock outrage, unable to keep the smile off his face. "You're gonna regret that!"

"You'll have to catch us first," Sypha cooed, patting his cheek before standing up and taking off, making a path of ice atop the snow to run on and shattering it behind her so Trevor wouldn't be able to use it.

Of all the— she could have done that the entire time instead of making him trudge through the snow? Trevor scrambled to his feet and glared at Alucard, trying his damned hardest not to smile. "I suggest you run."

"Or what, praytell?"

"I'll put snow down your tight-ass pants."

Alucard squinted at him. "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me, you fucking priss. Now get moving, because when I catch the both of you, it's fucking over. You thought you knew cold before? Wait until I'm done with you."

He gathered up an armful of snow and approached Alucard threateningly, and with that the dhampir was hot on Syhpa's heels, Trevor giving chase, the three of them laughing all the while. Just for a moment, before the end, they could have their fun.

Notes:

trevor @ the end: ricky stop hiding. when i catch you, ricky. ricky when i catch you ricky, ricky when i catch you ricky-

comints? comints for lil ol me? blease??