[ The wound takes. How can it not, when it's her own body turned against her?
She doesn't die instantly. No, she thrashes about. Drags more corpses down on top of them. The weight of them pins her down (the weight of humans! pinning her down! that oughtn't happen) and then her death throes are against Alucard, fierce to the last but bruising rather than bone shattering and steadily growing weaker. And then they stop, and Alucard is alone in the slaughterhouse, trapped beneath Carmilla and a pile of strangers. ]
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She doesn't die instantly. No, she thrashes about. Drags more corpses down on top of them. The weight of them pins her down (the weight of humans! pinning her down! that oughtn't happen) and then her death throes are against Alucard, fierce to the last but bruising rather than bone shattering and steadily growing weaker. And then they stop, and Alucard is alone in the slaughterhouse, trapped beneath Carmilla and a pile of strangers. ]