[What's wrong couldn't get an answer if Alucard tried. There's something metal slicing through his neck. He can feel the arteries race to heal themselves, but the blade keeps moving, too fast and too slow, until there's no attachments at all and--
--Alucard is naturally pale. He is now corpse white, and he takes a sudden uneasy step towards the nearest wall, one hand held out with palm flat to support himself, the other grasping at his own neck to ensure his head is still there.]
Something...[Very helpful, Al.] A vision descended.
cw, gore
--Alucard is naturally pale. He is now corpse white, and he takes a sudden uneasy step towards the nearest wall, one hand held out with palm flat to support himself, the other grasping at his own neck to ensure his head is still there.]
Something...[Very helpful, Al.] A vision descended.