[ The grave. The grave. Oh, but that is a comfort to hear. The grave. ]

If. If you had a body. Not no, you? You are dead.

[ Her voice is weaker than she wishes it were, but she pushes aside another lump of meat, inching slowly closer to Dracula. ] Deader than any of us ever were. You abandoned us for your petty revenge, and I? I have ensured the survival of the best of our kind in the void you left. Culled the weak to bring power to the strong.

[ Dracula's blood burns. She can feel it tearing away her skin so much more keenly than she could feel Alucard's claws and teeth. But pain is not death, and so it does not frighten her. She will not cower before a dead man. ]

I have done what we have always done, my lord. I have taken. You left your son among wolves - I only bit.