Your cooperation will bring this to a swift and decieve end. That is the cold truth in the face of this injustice and horror.

[Alucard is sitting in his chair like the throne it isn't, his eyes ice cold and posture nothing short of imperial. Gloved hands rest on either arm rest, and he looks at Carmilla as if he is a giant observing a bug.]

But I cannot permit rogue justice. In residing here, you've placed yourself under my Father's laws, and that means abiding by them as they are written. No sentences may be carried out by any other hands. Investigations may be delegated, capture may be done by another, but the final judgement can only be done by the vampire in charge. To go against that act would force me to become your enemy, and I would loathe to act against someone as venerable and noble in fang as yourself, Carmilla.

When I say We cannot permit that, know that you will be kept in full knowledge of all developments. The fact that you had blood taken without your knowledge is alarming enough to Us. That it has been used in this way...the sentence will match the crimes.