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"Yeah...About 3 pints of it..." Amnity muttered, not really realizing what she just said. The symptoms of blood loss were getting more and more visible, confusion and drowsiness.

Her blood pressure suddenly rose as her heart began to beat in a quicker pace, as if searching for the missing 3 cups of blood. Amnity winced, blinking a few times to try to keep herself awake. "I...Um..." She held up a hand, counting with her fingers. "...Uh...About 3 pints."

"Ow!...Hey..." Amnity looked down at the needle in her arm, then to Mephlius. "Don't...I gave it up for a reason..." She placed a hand on her arm, ready to take the needle out....If she could find the blasted thing! Bloody needle...Bloody...Blood... She felt both embarrassed and frustrated. Embarrassed by the fact that she is as disoriented as a drunk Irishman, and frustrated by the fact that once she finds the needle, it will hurt.

Amnity couldn't move his hand away...Even if she tried. She had become weak, and she hated it. Taking a few more deep breathes, she felt the blood rushing back into her system, going to her face and arms, giving her back her snowy complexion. She felt tired and her body was overwhelmed by the blood that had returned, her eyelids feeling suddenly heavy. "You know...When I wake up...I'm just going to give you more blood..." She gave him a faint smile, leaning back against the chair. "...I'm going to do all I can to heal you...Mark my words..." Her eyes closed, the sweet embrace of sleep pulling her into a much needed rest, but the smile was still on her face.

Amnity eventually woke up, feeling completely refreshed and sober. Immediately, she reached for the blood transfusion needle on her arm and yanked it out. Ouch! Damnit... Biting her lip, she looked over to Mephlius who was sleeping soundly. She though for a minute, not really wanting to wake him from his peaceful sleep by the poke of a needle. Looking up at at the blood bag, it held only about 1 1/2 pints now. With a sigh, she set the needle down on the bedside table and leaned back against the chair.

She thought hard about how they both got there, a grimace on her face. With all of the information she had gotten, there seems to be at least half a dozen creatures under Alasdair's control...And each apparently gets their own little squad of vampires. He's building an army... Amnity sighed, raking her fingers through her hair. She wondered if Tokeru knows about this, and if he did, what is he planning on doing to stop the vampire?....

((I would actually base my strategy more off of that of Napoleon Boneparte- consisting of heavy attack focus on a fine line through the center of their troops. Once they are divided in two, and in utter chaos, we slowly work our forces in between their two globs, and finish off the survivors.
... but that's just me.))

Mephlius awoke with a strong cough. He cleared his throat, and laid back down. Day two. Last attempt by the silver nitrate. He thought, with a sigh. The blackened veins had spread, leaving a black web across his chest. It extended on his right arm a few inches past the elbow. On the left side, it only reached the shoulder.

{If not fire, then focus on Alexander the Great`s method; flank around, if their line is too massive, focus attacks on one side. Once through one must curve around and attack from the front and behind.}

((Why don't we just go with the old hit 'em in the back of the head with a club? It's short, sweet, and to the point.))

Amnity's concern rose by a couple of hundred points as the worry was visible in her eyes. "...I-It's going to hurt you..." It wasn't a question, it was a fact. "Mephlius..." She looked down at his arms, her eyes suddenly flaring as she sees more of the black veins creep down his arm. In one strong motion, she grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and tore it, revealing the black webs as they extended to his chest. "...It isn't healing..." She let go of him and stood up, keeping her eyes to the ground. With a sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair as the depression and concern seemed to take over. "I'll...Be right back...Stay here..." And with that, she exited the little tent and went out to the halls of the infirmary, calling for Gail with teary eyes.