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Torn between two souls, the vampires' body didn't know who to obey. It shook and tensed with paralysis and indecision, one arm grabbing the other as claws reached for its own throat. Both minds could see through the eyes, and they saw that Bob was still there and was charging an intense ball of the blackest terror at them. A bolt of fear, quickly followed by anger, shot though the vampires shared heart. Wings shot out from the vampire's back but were quickly grabbed and entwined by blood tendrils that followed them immediately afterward. Alucard tried to form another icewall and it melted. He tried to shoot Bob with his spontaneously generated quantum bullshit, but it missed. 

Mithias didn't really have too long to think about whether or not he wanted to die, but he knew if he allowed Alucard to dodge the attack, he might lose control and Bob might not get another shot. He knew whatever Bob was doing was going to take them both out, but it was whateverthefuck at this point. It was like standing in front of a train. All you had to do was hold still, yet it was the hardest thing in the world to do. Instinctively, Mithias called out to the only friend he had for reassurrance, the only person who's simple presence might give him the strength to keep standing there despite the fear, "...Bob!!?"

Mithias screamed, but the sound was muted, like the plug had been pulled on a tv set right before the murder scene. There was a fast suction sound and all was black, weightless, a vacuum. Existance was gone. Not even a memory left.