[In the end, it's a public affair. The murdered Dorian's sire wants it public, so that's what has to be done. It's the only demand she makes of the whole matter anyway, which leaves Alucard in no position to negotiate and every position to hate this even more. All the careful planning of who's to witness, pointless. He doesn't even need help apprehending the guilty Dorian and throwing him into that house of horrors. Dorian's own sire turns him in because how this all came to be in the first place is a total embarrassment.
The moment is awful. Alucard outlines the charges. Then there's nothing else but channeling every horrible emotion he has felt from the past week and turning it on the offending vampire. Red hot rage, terribly sharp claws, all in service of not true justice, but in making it known that Alucard is furious about what he has been forced to do. It is this vampire's fault, his and his alone that has placed Alucard in this situation.
It's a lie, of course, but it is a useful one. It allows Alucard to tear skin, to break ribs, to remove the organ in one horrible movement that the sound of the heart being torn so violently from the chest actually gets a few horrified faces.
Dorian was young. He does not turn to dust. He is instead a rotting pile of flesh. That's worse, and Alucard snaps for someone else to take care of the problem while the heart is given to other Dorian's sire. She already has a jar for it.
Alucard departs after that. Changes his clothes so that there is no blood upon them, stuffs the bloodied ones into a bag so they can be burned.
He returns home at dawn. Not the day of, but the day after. There's only ice coldness on his face, and he goes for the office. Flops onto the sofa he has in there, because he isn't taking any of this to their bed.]
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The moment is awful. Alucard outlines the charges. Then there's nothing else but channeling every horrible emotion he has felt from the past week and turning it on the offending vampire. Red hot rage, terribly sharp claws, all in service of not true justice, but in making it known that Alucard is furious about what he has been forced to do. It is this vampire's fault, his and his alone that has placed Alucard in this situation.
It's a lie, of course, but it is a useful one. It allows Alucard to tear skin, to break ribs, to remove the organ in one horrible movement that the sound of the heart being torn so violently from the chest actually gets a few horrified faces.
Dorian was young. He does not turn to dust. He is instead a rotting pile of flesh. That's worse, and Alucard snaps for someone else to take care of the problem while the heart is given to other Dorian's sire. She already has a jar for it.
Alucard departs after that. Changes his clothes so that there is no blood upon them, stuffs the bloodied ones into a bag so they can be burned.
He returns home at dawn. Not the day of, but the day after. There's only ice coldness on his face, and he goes for the office. Flops onto the sofa he has in there, because he isn't taking any of this to their bed.]