[ And with that- with that it's done. He knows that it's done, because he's a fucking Belmont. And because he's become the local expert on how it feels to suddenly have vampire blood gone from one's system after having that exact thing happen eight times. The rest of the process he knows - a lot of it he's been through even before all of this. There'll be sores over the next few days, opening themselves up to push out the last of it. Nothing supernatural, nothing magical, just a body rejecting something contaminated.
And it must be visible to Sypha, too, because she leaves the stone and the tube in Alucard's hands and moves hers to his neck, trailing fingers across the join between human and vampire skin to burn the seam shut. Distantly, he can smell burning flesh, but he can barely feel it. Everything else hurts too much, the burning is just more and it fades into the rest of it. That little bit of something terrible, that he'll have to keep. It would never heal as a human. But- it's discolored skin. Nothing worse. He'll live with it.
Sypha's arms are around his neck and shoulders now, pulling him tightly against her. And he's tired. So, so tired. But they have three hours. Three hours to send him through the mirror. Home, probably, but really to anywhere that isn't this estate. Because fuck, this cannot be reset.
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And it must be visible to Sypha, too, because she leaves the stone and the tube in Alucard's hands and moves hers to his neck, trailing fingers across the join between human and vampire skin to burn the seam shut. Distantly, he can smell burning flesh, but he can barely feel it. Everything else hurts too much, the burning is just more and it fades into the rest of it. That little bit of something terrible, that he'll have to keep. It would never heal as a human. But- it's discolored skin. Nothing worse. He'll live with it.
Sypha's arms are around his neck and shoulders now, pulling him tightly against her. And he's tired. So, so tired. But they have three hours. Three hours to send him through the mirror. Home, probably, but really to anywhere that isn't this estate. Because fuck, this cannot be reset.
...They can take a moment to celebrate, though. ]