[ And Lisa's face pales, the colour fates from her hair and her features grow sharper, crueler. The last form that the queen takes is Carmilla's, and she has no game, no trick, no test.
She is simply a very sore loser. She takes Alucard by the neck, lifting him effortlessly, claws extending into him-
-Trevor is already awake when Alucard wakes, panting and staring at him wide-eyed, Sypha asleep between them and contented as anything to be there. ]
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She is simply a very sore loser. She takes Alucard by the neck, lifting him effortlessly, claws extending into him-
-Trevor is already awake when Alucard wakes, panting and staring at him wide-eyed, Sypha asleep between them and contented as anything to be there. ]