[They're here. Alucard's sigh of relief is loud, and he hopes it'll help the other two find him. Words aren't difficult yet, but Alucard wants to reserve them for when they're needed most. Lying in a pile of corpses isn't one of them.
He can hear them approach. The sense of relief grows, even if there's no way to warn them both of the horrors that lay ahead. There's no way to avoid them anyway, not with Carmilla taking him into the darkest, deepest part of the slaughterhouse.
And they're here.
Alucard's a picture of misery under the corpse pile, his hair splayed out, blood all over himself, and the exhaustion painted on his face. When hands start to pull him out, lift him up, there's no tension. But oh, he still holds that dagger like his life depends on it.]
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He can hear them approach. The sense of relief grows, even if there's no way to warn them both of the horrors that lay ahead. There's no way to avoid them anyway, not with Carmilla taking him into the darkest, deepest part of the slaughterhouse.
And they're here.
Alucard's a picture of misery under the corpse pile, his hair splayed out, blood all over himself, and the exhaustion painted on his face. When hands start to pull him out, lift him up, there's no tension. But oh, he still holds that dagger like his life depends on it.]
Careful, she....she got in deep.
[Actually--]
It's smarter to cauterize it, I think.