Sypha is horrified, worried, maybe slightly in denial. He's just furious. At Alucard. At himself, for ever thinking he could trust a fucking vampire to not be a fucking vampire. They search for him, for a while, and then that proves too slow. He'll just draw him out.
If Sypha realises that he's taken the morning star from his belt, she doesn't say anything. She's been uncharacteristically quiet since the bodies, in truth. This so soon after that rotten fucking town seems to have shocked her into silence.
It's the room where Dracula died that he heads to. Because he's angry enough to go for the low blow. He slams the door with his shoulder to open it. ]
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Sypha is horrified, worried, maybe slightly in denial. He's just furious. At Alucard. At himself, for ever thinking he could trust a fucking vampire to not be a fucking vampire. They search for him, for a while, and then that proves too slow. He'll just draw him out.
If Sypha realises that he's taken the morning star from his belt, she doesn't say anything. She's been uncharacteristically quiet since the bodies, in truth. This so soon after that rotten fucking town seems to have shocked her into silence.
It's the room where Dracula died that he heads to. Because he's angry enough to go for the low blow. He slams the door with his shoulder to open it. ]
Get the fuck out here, bloodsucker.