[ Enid isn't Enid anymore. The Hold isn't the hold anymore. None of them, none of it, looks like anything real, just hazy dreamstuff. He doesn't remember any of them, because he was not told to remember any of them. He just remembers that they died. That they were under the protection of a Belmont and that they died while he did nothing but hold his breath and wait for his turn to be bitten.
And then there is a wolf upon the vampire, and that- doesn't make sense, to what part of his mind is capable of both thinking despite the compulsion and trying to judge how much sense a dream makes from within. The compulsion is shaken, momentarily, and his burning lungs flood themselves with air.
And perhaps he might have figured this out. That this cannot be Alucard, because Alucard would never do this. That this cannot be his family, because his family are not here.
Perhaps he might have had the next command not come, strained and desperate as the vampire struggles against the wolf. ]
Knife.
[ He still has the knife, doesn't he? And he knows what to do. It will make everything right. Better.
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And then there is a wolf upon the vampire, and that- doesn't make sense, to what part of his mind is capable of both thinking despite the compulsion and trying to judge how much sense a dream makes from within. The compulsion is shaken, momentarily, and his burning lungs flood themselves with air.
And perhaps he might have figured this out. That this cannot be Alucard, because Alucard would never do this. That this cannot be his family, because his family are not here.
Perhaps he might have had the next command not come, strained and desperate as the vampire struggles against the wolf. ]
Knife.
[ He still has the knife, doesn't he? And he knows what to do. It will make everything right. Better.
He brings it to his neck, and the dream ends. ]