[For all of the effort that Sylvain places into breaking down the corpse, Alucard has to look away. There is another would be riser from their grave, and it is with deep anger that he marches over and stabs his sword downwards into the earth. He remembers the stories about his father's people, how those who believed that a loved one who had been turned might have spikes of wood or iron driven into their graves, so that they might impale themselves and be stopped from rising further.

It is a grim thought that only makes him angrier at the situation. He finished repairing the headstones in February. Jaskier's landscaping had beautified the place beyond measure. And here they fucking are, repeating the last year's events.

He turns around to catch the land slam into the hand. A most decidedly unamused look graces Alucard's face.]

If you have stamina to spare and don't mind running from one end of the graveyard to the other for the next hour or so, I would appreciate the assistance, yes.