[Metabolize. Good. That might be the one chance he has to escape. At least Alucard thinks that for second before Carmilla makes her intentions known. Fuck. Fuck. He won't be able to heal from that and still attack her.
This is how it all goes then. Carved up by Carmilla, who finally has the awful crown she wanted since Dracula was sealed away and Alucard was dragged into her care. Longer than he expected, but...
...he tries to fight back out of instinct. Attempts to kick at her even as long claws dig into thigh, and oh. Nothing should touch bone. She's nearly at an artery, and the blood spray is so dangerous right now.
He can't know what Carmilla sees when she looks up. Alucard can only guess that magic is at work, buying him time.
Yet what Carmilla sees is the face of Dracula, red eyes and blood dripping from his face, every inch of him contorted in fury. He has only one question on his lips.]
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This is how it all goes then. Carved up by Carmilla, who finally has the awful crown she wanted since Dracula was sealed away and Alucard was dragged into her care. Longer than he expected, but...
...he tries to fight back out of instinct. Attempts to kick at her even as long claws dig into thigh, and oh. Nothing should touch bone. She's nearly at an artery, and the blood spray is so dangerous right now.
He can't know what Carmilla sees when she looks up. Alucard can only guess that magic is at work, buying him time.
Yet what Carmilla sees is the face of Dracula, red eyes and blood dripping from his face, every inch of him contorted in fury. He has only one question on his lips.]
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, CARMILLA OF STYRIA?