[There is a snarl from Alucard that is most certainly not human. It echoes in the morgue, makes it tremor and for a beat Trevor's finely honed instincts look as if they might turn on the vampire instead. He's not on top of the necromancer though, he is instead covering the full of Sypha with himself, or at least trying desperately to do so.
It leaves Trevor to go to the door, cover it because their lives more or less depend on it right now. This man can't leave, and he is most certainly not permitted to leave with her. The safety of the other two are the only two additional unspoken rules Alucard has ever dared to add to the city's unspoken legal code.
There is no time for sentimentality in this moment. Alucard can only pray that his arms around Sypha, a familiar and cooler weight, are felt through the horrible shadows.
When he looks up at the necromancer, there's barely restrained rage. He isn't attacking though, that says everything. Protecting her is more important than anger.]
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It leaves Trevor to go to the door, cover it because their lives more or less depend on it right now. This man can't leave, and he is most certainly not permitted to leave with her. The safety of the other two are the only two additional unspoken rules Alucard has ever dared to add to the city's unspoken legal code.
There is no time for sentimentality in this moment. Alucard can only pray that his arms around Sypha, a familiar and cooler weight, are felt through the horrible shadows.
When he looks up at the necromancer, there's barely restrained rage. He isn't attacking though, that says everything. Protecting her is more important than anger.]