"God dammit... She's dying... There's... nothing I can do..."

His futile hands grasp at where rivers of blood are leaking out of her side, covering him, leaking into the river and into the romanian mud that once buried him. The sun was just beginning to come up, a thick wintery mist coating the mountains like a death cloak

Seras and Integra both backed up from the dying woman that Alucard (also Dracula) was crouched over, tears running down his face. their own expressions twisted with agony and horror, watching Noel's lifeblood spill out onto the Transylvanian soil. All around them, the enemy lay dead, and soon she would, too.

his eyes were blank, his long black hair limp, his lips moving as he mumbled to himself in dispairing romanian...

"Unless..." He mumbled desperately, his hands tightening around her shoulders, cradling the dying woman's head...

"No... NO!'' Integra roared, "You know she wouldn't want it... you know that... don't do it, Alucard... She's unconscious. She can't choose..."

but despite her words, the 60 year old woman didn't venture any closer. she knew that Dracula's will was absolute, and it would be foolish to get in his way, especially when he was this distraught, red tears streaming down his face....

"Alucard... you know she's an angel... if you drink from her... she'll undo your paradox... her blood... it will neutralize the existence of schrodinger inside you... it'll undo all the curses that give you power... you'll be a mere vampire again.... don't do it."