[ Alucard's words come from a place of experience and knowledge. He knows this. Who the fuck else is he going to ask- trust about this? other vampires here? Sure, he could. But what do they care and do they really have his best interest in whatever they tell him? What he already knows of vampires from his family and the things Alucard has experienced himself are his best bet and yet, even still, he hates this and he finds himself hunching over some, head bowing, fingers tightening around his ankles.

God he hates this. What the fuck is wrong with him? Is he about to turn all weepy about this? It must be the full moon that's messing with him. It's drawing closer and that would explain his sudden spike in restlessness. ]

Alucard, I can't do this. I don't want to drink blood. It goes against everything I am. Everything my family is. I won't even be me anymore, will I? Just a monster.