[The worst part is that waking doesn't happen. Not immediately. There is still a tiny bat squirming around in the blanket burrito he's been wrapped in.
In dreams, the next breath is agony, and Carmilla pauses before she says more. She's terribly close to Alucard after all, and he may yet find strength to try and press the piece of silver sticking our of himself against her skin.
But for now that isn't happening, and there's something new to taunt with. It is remarkable that you can manage this much physical pain. I imagine that you'll struggle much more when your pets finally die and you realize how foolish you were not to turn them, just as your father did.
They're words that stop Alucard cold, and Carmilla tuts softly. And it isn't as if the opportunity hasn't presented itself time and again. You've been feeding from the Belmont, after all. One slip of your teeth and you don't need to worry about wretch human life spans. Or is it because you don't actually know how the process works?
There's a wretched moment as Carmilla leans in. As teeth tear into Alucard's neck, perhaps making a point, perhaps making things come to a close, and it doesn't matter. He jolts awake suddenly, the tiny bat no longer on Trevor's chest but Alucard's normal form.
He's wild eyed and trying to sit upright. He's not home. Shit, this isn't home at all, this is her homeland, no wonder the dreams....]
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In dreams, the next breath is agony, and Carmilla pauses before she says more. She's terribly close to Alucard after all, and he may yet find strength to try and press the piece of silver sticking our of himself against her skin.
But for now that isn't happening, and there's something new to taunt with. It is remarkable that you can manage this much physical pain. I imagine that you'll struggle much more when your pets finally die and you realize how foolish you were not to turn them, just as your father did.
They're words that stop Alucard cold, and Carmilla tuts softly. And it isn't as if the opportunity hasn't presented itself time and again. You've been feeding from the Belmont, after all. One slip of your teeth and you don't need to worry about wretch human life spans. Or is it because you don't actually know how the process works?
There's a wretched moment as Carmilla leans in. As teeth tear into Alucard's neck, perhaps making a point, perhaps making things come to a close, and it doesn't matter. He jolts awake suddenly, the tiny bat no longer on Trevor's chest but Alucard's normal form.
He's wild eyed and trying to sit upright. He's not home. Shit, this isn't home at all, this is her homeland, no wonder the dreams....]