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"Now's not the time for jokes!" Teresia cried out in dismay. "I need to get the... p-poison out of your bloodstream. I-I don't want to turn into what my sister is... A-A blood whore! I d-don't want to t-t-t-turn anyone into a v-vampire!" she sobbed uncontrollably and clutched at his shirt.

Capell chuckled. "Right, you're right." He agreed. "I don't think poison is the right word though, because if that were true you'd also be poisoned, and I doubt your gift could be considered a poison." He figured if something would go wrong here, he'd go happy. "But I'm willing to cooperate, what do we need to do to not make me a 'blood whore', as you described it?" He asked, feeling weaker and weaker from the blood dripping out of his neck.

"I was referring to myself as the whore!" Teresia wailed in dismay and took a few deep breaths to calm herself. "I-I can try using my Magix to draw out the... substance... Closing wounds and working with blood is no problem for me. What I'm worried about is... that I might draw out too much blood. Will you take that risk?" she asked timidly.

Teresia glared at him, tears brimming, unable to comprehend how Capell could be joking at such an inconvenient time. She slapped him across the face when she realized that she'd been sitting on his lap the whole time and quickly got off of him. The girl placed her fingers upon the two teeth marks and fished out a set of vials from her bag. She proceeded to draw out the blood and placed it into the containers. Waste not, want not, she thought guiltily to herself.

As Teresia slapped him a million thoughts ran through Capell's head. It was the usual stuff, like 'there's a lot I wanted to do before I die', 'if I could have one request right now it'd be to live', etc. It wasn't that he doubted Teresia's skills as a healer, he just didn't want to leave to the spiritual beyond without letting his lord know everything that he was thinking. It's strange; who knew that a race that strived on knowledge and facts could have a being who had such religious preferences?

Capell gave a sigh of relief as she said that he would be fine. He set himself up straight and dropped his head into his lap, placing his hands on the back of his head and rushing through all his thoughts. He could feel his canines getting longer, and the pain was minimal, so he didn't let it out. He could feel himself getting thirstier, but not thirsty like normal, he was thirsty for something warmer... It was a new feeling, and it was killing him inside because it was one more problem he had to deal with right now. He came to the conclusion that he wanted blood, but he refused to give in as he mentally fought himself while remaining in the fetal position.

Teresia stole a glance at Capell, and the fact that he was clutching at his head in the fetal position wasn't helping her stress. She immediately rushed over to him, concerned about his well-being. "Capell? Capell, can you hear me? What's wrong?" panic was strewn throughout her voice. Against her better judgement, she leaned closer to him, trying to move him out of the fetal position and talk face-to-face.

Capell could hears ringing in his head, making him think he'd gone insane: he craved that blood now. He could hear Teresia and Darkheart talking, but he could barely notice what he was seeing as he lunged forward and bit into Teresia's neck, sucking out blood for the first time.