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"I am neither death, nor a gaurdian angel.Yet I have stared Death in the face and escaped with the price of living a life without my soul." he smiled down at the man in his arms."You are not hallucinating my friend, you are simply seeing a vampire for the first time, I assume.Yet, I am and am not a vampire.My life is divided into two realms.That of my vampire soulessness and that of my life as a human who is shunned by society." his smile widened, his fangs showing slightly.They were small but they were definitely fangs."I've learned to adapt though.You on the other hand, need to rest while I tend to your wounds once we get back.You can live that long can't you?" he asked sarcasticly.

Luster noticed the man had passed out."I hope he doesn't have a concussion." he told himself as he carried him back to the mansion.At last reaching the front doors, he carefully shifted the man onto his back and opened the door.He carried the man up to his room and closing the door behind him, he locked it just in case.He laid the man down on his bed and pulled his shirt off.He went into th bathroom connected to his new bedroom and came back out with a small bowl of warm soapy waer and a soft wash cloth.He dipped the rag into the water and wrung it out.He delicately washed the mans upper body and checked him for flesh wounds.There were none that he could see so he pulled the mnas pants off and washed his lower body in the same manner, checking him over for wounds.He still didn't see anything on the outside but he knew by now that there must be internal bleeding , which caused him to pass out.He wasn't any kind of doctr but he knew that he could drain away the blood that wasn't where it should be.He looked closer and noticed there was an area of off color skin on the mans abdomen.He took his chance while the man was out cold, being a hlaf-life, he couldn't turn him.He sank his fangs into the mans abdomen and suced the blood away until he was sure that the man would survive now.His fangs idn't leae anything more than two small puncture wounds like a snake bite, so he wouldn't bleed outwardly.He wiped his mouth and covered the man with his blankets.Laying beside him and rubbing his chest, he fell asleep.

(It's fine. I understand some people have lives and can't always respond within 5 seconds.)

Each tap of that steel pole was like a loud, annoying pound in Ellaia's tired ears. 'Kid'? Just from that remark he didn't hold this man in high regards. It got worse as he continued to speak. The way he spoke, the way he stood.. The whole impression was rotten from the start in the youth's eyes. But why did that spear strike something familiar within his mind? Could it be none other than the infamous Andre that stood in front of him? Though never interested enough to question before, he had heard the local street scum speak of his the name before.

So this place wasn't torture already? Ellaia thought, glaring at the Headhunter before himself. With sight of the toothpick, the dark-haired soldier rolled his eyes and buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket. 'What a badass,' he mused silently, mockingly. "And as much as I hate to ruin your expectations of myself," he began, "I just woke up. My plans are more toward scarfing down some pathetic excuse this place has for food." His partially slouched form started forward, aiming to pass the barrier of a man. "So sorry, but you just caught me at a most inconvenient time. I currently have no time that you or the tightass boss can throw around carelessly."

[ooc: As a side note, players, I ask that before you make your next post you reread the rules. I added something. Thanks!]

Verloren raised a hand to his face and rubbed away the sleep as his eyes fluttered and reality seeped into his mind, he was immediatly aware of an arm over his chest and looked over to the man next to him recognising him immediatly as his saviour from the day before, He was about to voice his opinions about the intimacy of this stranger when he suddenly become aware of another pressence and his eyes quickly scanned the room for this other presence as he nudged the man next to him gently

Luster slowly opened his eyes and looked at the handsome young man he'd rescued the night before."What's wrong?Them?" he asked pointing up into the corner where a pair of spiders seemed to be watching them."They're always tryign to get me.They've always tried." he was expressing his paranoia yet again.He wasn't terribly afraid of the spiders, just mostly paranoid that they were all plotting against him."They won't bother you.I promise." he sat up and realized that he'd taken his shirt off while washing the man off the night before so he wouldn't get it wet.He forgot to put it back on and with the window still open from his flight, he'd ended up freezing cold.He shivered slightly and nuzzled closer to him."You're so warm.I miss being warm too." he whispered as his arms found their way around the mans waist.He didn't realize he was doing it yet, he sometimes zoned out like that.

((ooc: I apologize if it's the color issue.I always post in indigo so it may take a little time to get used to posting in black in the thread.If it's something else, please point out what it is i'm doing wrong because i didn't see anyother rules that I've broken.I'll try my best to stick to them.))

Andre started laughing in a hoarse fashion as Ellaia mentioned the "hopeless operation" cliche, picking up his spear a bit so it wouldn't tap against the ground repeatedly when his shoulders shook from laughing. He laughed so hard that he began to cough slightly, and had to stop for a moment to catch his breath.

"We don't do that here, soldier. That sounds like a normal military. Normal militaries answer to big wigs in fancy uniforms, who sit in heated chairs and grow fat off our bodies."

He turned down a side corridor into a hall with no lights. As if he did this every day, he took a lighter out of his pocket, lit it, and used it to guide Ellaia down the hall.

"Here, we answer to the Boss. And I wouldn't call him an uptight b*****d, not even behind his back. He's a good man, albiet completely damn insane. He sends folks like you and me, as in, the folks he considers important for some reason, on special operations, like carrying messages across the forest to the Mansion, or carrying unmarked boxes downstairs to the labs. Not many "suicide missions" around here."

The old man paused, looking down another dark side corridor, and turned down it. "Don't mind the lights. The Boss sometimes asks us to turn them off. I don't think an order of his has made sense in a long time, but we also haven't had any casualties in awhile."

Andre laughed, glancing back for a moment through the dark. "Worst he might do? Ask you to go stand with the Khakis. And hell, if you walk away from that, they won't tell anyone."