[Peter, why . . . Alucard stares after him for a long few seconds, then sighs deeply. But he's off after him, following so quickly he's almost unseen. Frankly, he could follow him blind; he leaves a scent trail that just screams to Alucard's starved senses.
They head to the clinic, and thank god, they make it in one piece. The instant they get past the doorway, he grips Peter's forearm, not so much nasty as simply firm: come along. Sit on a bed. Settle in.]
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They head to the clinic, and thank god, they make it in one piece. The instant they get past the doorway, he grips Peter's forearm, not so much nasty as simply firm: come along. Sit on a bed. Settle in.]