WHO ELSE OF OUR KIND TRICKED DEATH THE WAY I DID, CARMILLA? WHY SHOULD THE GRAVE CONFINE ME?
[Death has bowed to Mathias Cronqvist time and again. Now is no different. And as Dracula lungs, as Carmilla brushes against Alucard, the hook is dislodged and--
--Alucard falls free. He lands atop Carmilla in an awful, messy way, but oh. He can fight through the agony now. He can break his hands apart and free them. He can reach into his coat pocket and withdraw the awful little dagger they fashioned from Carmilla's fang.]
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[Death has bowed to Mathias Cronqvist time and again. Now is no different. And as Dracula lungs, as Carmilla brushes against Alucard, the hook is dislodged and--
--Alucard falls free. He lands atop Carmilla in an awful, messy way, but oh. He can fight through the agony now. He can break his hands apart and free them. He can reach into his coat pocket and withdraw the awful little dagger they fashioned from Carmilla's fang.]