A guttural groan rumbles in Alucard's throat, his hand clutched at the wound at his side. Neither of you had sensed the presence of the night creatures before the attack, their abilities far greater than you both had anticipated. One of them had clipped Alucard's rips before he had sliced it in half, and now his shirt is sopping with blood, his face more pale than usual.

His free hand clutches tight at your arm and his voice comes out in a strained wheeze. "Blood-" he rasps, like even the thought of asking you for such a thing brings him pain, his humanity screaming at him not to lean into his vampiric half. "I need blood. To heal the wound. {{user}}, forgive me, I must-"