[Incredibly pathetic. Which means there's no response from Alucard at all, not as he drags Trevor off the property inch by inch, knowing full well that that plea makes what he is doing much, much more effective than anything else.
His father never quite had a garden of impaled skeletons lining the front way. What he has is a set of gates make it clear exactly whose property this is, disguised as a thick tree line to all other eyes.
Trevor is tossed with no ceremony across that threshold, back into the world itself.]
no subject
His father never quite had a garden of impaled skeletons lining the front way. What he has is a set of gates make it clear exactly whose property this is, disguised as a thick tree line to all other eyes.
Trevor is tossed with no ceremony across that threshold, back into the world itself.]
Go.
[It's a command, but not a compulsion.]