[Alucard doesn't gesture Trevor to the microscope that has left large circles under the vampire's eyes. He instead points him to the little bottle of liquid that sits on the lab bench, cap screwed on tight and the little black label proudly bearing it's name.]
Someone's been bottling vampire blood and using a third party to sell it as a cure-all.
[His voice shakes when he says it. Mostly it's from rage, that someone would be so stupid and irresponsible as to do something so awful. Fear remains though, not as muted as the vampire would like and clearly ill at ease.]
They all bought it from the same market stall. That young boy in the church, his family must also have had it.
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[Alucard doesn't gesture Trevor to the microscope that has left large circles under the vampire's eyes. He instead points him to the little bottle of liquid that sits on the lab bench, cap screwed on tight and the little black label proudly bearing it's name.]
Someone's been bottling vampire blood and using a third party to sell it as a cure-all.
[His voice shakes when he says it. Mostly it's from rage, that someone would be so stupid and irresponsible as to do something so awful. Fear remains though, not as muted as the vampire would like and clearly ill at ease.]
They all bought it from the same market stall. That young boy in the church, his family must also have had it.