[The dagger is out. Alucard can manage that much, and so when he lands, he has it pointed upright. She's over him, towering, there is sun out now and--
--and he thrusts upward with all the energy he can give, a gutteral expression of all the fury and sorrow and everything inside of him being let out. The walls and bodies around them shake for the effort, and Alucard doesn't know if he cares. He only forces the fang dagger deeper and deeper into Carmilla's heart, until it is hilt in.
He yanks it out as quickly as he can. The wound should take. The wound has to take.]
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--and he thrusts upward with all the energy he can give, a gutteral expression of all the fury and sorrow and everything inside of him being let out. The walls and bodies around them shake for the effort, and Alucard doesn't know if he cares. He only forces the fang dagger deeper and deeper into Carmilla's heart, until it is hilt in.
He yanks it out as quickly as he can. The wound should take. The wound has to take.]