[There's blood coming out of Trevor's neck. Alucard's first and only instinct is to apply pressure to the wound because he's bleeding from his fucking neck and that's a quick way to die. It takes a moment of him lurching forward to realize that no. No this is good. It's working. Trevor's agony is muted so much more than it has been in any of these other attempts and...
...and Sypha tugs on him. Demands more intent for the stone, demands it from both, because it has already begun to dwindle and it needs more, more, more to work. Alucard hisses because he's too caught up in that terrible fear of Trevor just bleeding out in spite of all of this, and Sypha has to physically move Alucard's hands where they need it to be.
There is a wild shred of hope. That shred has been in Alucard's grasp twice before in this process, and he clings to it as fiercely as he can. Puts every last bit of intent that he can into the stone he has in his hands (is in Sypha's hands, is in Trevor's because she's brought his hands back up too, even the one with the needles in it).
Get out. Get out of those veins. We are not our fathers. Get out. It is the will of no God that he be whole and human but ours. We who destroyed Dracula himself. We who have written Carmilla from the pages of history. We who do the things no others can because we have the strength to do it. This destroys that. This destroys the world. This is apocalypse in waiting and I shall not allow it. This is my intent, this is my will, all of this is my world and nothing may destroy it again.]
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...and Sypha tugs on him. Demands more intent for the stone, demands it from both, because it has already begun to dwindle and it needs more, more, more to work. Alucard hisses because he's too caught up in that terrible fear of Trevor just bleeding out in spite of all of this, and Sypha has to physically move Alucard's hands where they need it to be.
There is a wild shred of hope. That shred has been in Alucard's grasp twice before in this process, and he clings to it as fiercely as he can. Puts every last bit of intent that he can into the stone he has in his hands (is in Sypha's hands, is in Trevor's because she's brought his hands back up too, even the one with the needles in it).
Get out. Get out of those veins. We are not our fathers. Get out. It is the will of no God that he be whole and human but ours. We who destroyed Dracula himself. We who have written Carmilla from the pages of history. We who do the things no others can because we have the strength to do it. This destroys that. This destroys the world. This is apocalypse in waiting and I shall not allow it. This is my intent, this is my will, all of this is my world and nothing may destroy it again.]