[Alucard doesn't have any time to acknowledge the sea of staring eyes. If he stops, he dies and Trevor is taken away with greater haste, and that's not allowed. Only the vampire can decide what's allowed, he's sick of other people making that choice for him.
His sword isn't even in it's sheath. He only rushes forward, forward, forward with his arms outstretched so he can catch the Belmont in the same kind of embrace that Alucard adores being carted around in when the situation is vice versa.
There will be a tightly circle around him when Trevor's in his arms. Alucard knows that. They'll eat his blade. They can have his flesh for all he cares, but not their Trevor.]
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His sword isn't even in it's sheath. He only rushes forward, forward, forward with his arms outstretched so he can catch the Belmont in the same kind of embrace that Alucard adores being carted around in when the situation is vice versa.
There will be a tightly circle around him when Trevor's in his arms. Alucard knows that. They'll eat his blade. They can have his flesh for all he cares, but not their Trevor.]