Contessa was glad to see he was still bleeding. Setting him down carefully, she went to her plastic box and grabbed a needle and some black thread then came back to his side. "Sorry about this, but someone has to do it." she said softly and threaded the needle before removing the bloodied dress sleeves from the wound and cleaned it up again then began to sow it closed. She knew this was probably painful so she tried to do it as quickly as possible. Making sure it looked right, she snipped the excess thread and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, a serous look on her face as she placed some gauze on top of the wound, then bandaged it up carefully. Sighing once she finished, Contessa buttoned up the shirt again, helped him sit up and grabbed the glass of substitute blood. "Here you need to drink this Daylen." she said seriously. She lifted the glass to his lips and narrowed her eyes as she waited, "Come on..." she muttered softly.

He could feel himself being moved into a laying position. Hearing her rumble through something, Daylen couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. His curiosity peaked when she spoke, what was she planning? However his curiosity was filled when he felt her sew him up. He could feel every poke of the needle and the thread being pulled through his flesh. Was she really sewing him up? Did she not realize as a vampire all she had to do was force him to drink blood and he would heal within the night. Her following actions made him mentally blush. She unbuttoned his shirt to tend to his wound but still it was awkward, even if they were married. After she was done, he felt her sit him up again. He could feel something against his lips, guessing it was the glass from her words and the feel of it. How was he suppose to drink something when he was unconscious? Granted Contessa probably didn't know he was aware of everything going on around him. He still couldn't move or speak.

She was freaking out, what was she supposed to do now? "You can't drink, you are obviously not dead though just unconscious. Well then I suppose that's okay. Hmm..." Contessa wondered if maybe Raymon would know what to do? "Maybe you just need to sleep for a bit?" she asked no one and sighed, obviously frustrated. "Oh I don't know...I don't know what to do which comes as no surprise to myself." she continued and pouted. "Maybe Raymon knows what to do? You can't bother him Contessa he's resting. And I don't feel comfortable calling anyone for help, I don't want to bother them either." she said to herself and looked down at Daylen. "I'll go see what I can find. Maybe Raymon isn't too busy." she decided and quickly left to fin someone who could help because she clearly couldn't do anything right now.

Daylen just listened to her. Why was she doubting herself in this situation? He felt she was handling it pretty well, though as awkward as the unbuttoning of his shirt was. She was still doing good. Daylen himself didn't even know that vampires went into a hibernation like state if seriously wounded and lacked blood, he was chalking it up as a learning experience. After all it was still new to them both, it's been a week since he turned. Suddenly silence fell upon the room. He was such in thoughts he didn't hear her leave the room. Hopefully Raymon took a tonic to help him heal quickly like he told him.

A medium sized man swept the pantry. His hair was boyishly shaggy with white streaks peppering his hair. Like Raymon he appeared in his early twenties. His eyes wear plain in expression and golden brown in color. His outfit was more of a hunter's, dark teal linen, hooded cloak with thick heavy brown belt covered in silver bullets and loose fitting white linen shirt. His pants were loose and black in color, his boots knee high, dark brown in color. He had a scar diagonal on his left cheek. The hood was down as he cleaned up the mess in the pantry.

Contessa noticed the man but right away knew it couldn't be Raymon. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find the butler Raymon?" she asked and shook her head, "I'm sorry you probably don't even know who that is do you." she said and frowned. She didn't know where Raymon's room was, but she had to keep looking. The man's clothing was unsettling but she didn't think too much of it and left him alone so that he could clean. Wait...Raymon said that the cleaning would take place in the morning. So....so why is someone cleaning now? Maybe Raymon informed them earlier? she thought to herself and continued to walk through the halls. "Raymon?" she called out and sighed. Walking into the study, she thought maybe something in there could possibly help Daylen. "But what? Nothing, he can't drink anything right now." Contessa groaned and started running around frantically, trying to find the only other person she knew here. "Raymon!?" she called out again.

The man just looked at Contessa as he stopped sweeping. The eye that was turned away from her was milk white in color, damaged but still could see barely. Before the man could answer her question, she ran off. He set the broom aside and followed her quickly. He just watched her in silence as she called out for Raymon, then she went into the study. He just watched her as she began to seem to panic, searching for Raymon. The man turned on his heel and headed towards Daylan's and Contessa's room. He just went into their room. As he thought Daylen was laying on the ground, blood surrounding him. The man walked over to Daylen, knelt down and felt for a pulse on his neck. It was weak but still there. Removing his knife from his belt, the man slit his own wrist. Placing the knife back into his belt, he forced Daylen's mouth open with his non bleeding side. He let the blood drip into Daylen's mouth. When the blood overflowed, he covered Daylen's mouth and nose. Forcing him to swallow it for air, before repeating the process with his bleeding wrist.

Suddenly overcome with mental exhaustion, Contessa just forced herself to be quiet and sit at the bottom of the stairs to try and relax. She couldn't, Daylen needed her help and here she was feeling useless. What good was starting something if she couldn't finish it? She didn't know anything, and Daylen probably already knew that. She just wanted to sleep or do something to distract herself, but she couldn't even do that. She couldn't even go clean something or check her plants. Letting out a sigh of defeat, she forced herself to walk back to their room and went to look at Daylen only to see that the scary male was doing her job. At least someone knew what to do, thank goodness for that. Contessa just sat on the edge of the bed and watched in silence. Maybe now Daylen would be okay.

Daylen could taste the metallic liquid as the stranger forced him to drink it, he couldn't fight in protest. Once the man felt he had enough fill of blood. He let his wrist heal up near instantly. He stood and left to the bathroom, running a warm bath for Daylen. The man came back into the room to help take Daylen inside of the bathroom. He looked at Contessa plainly before taking Daylen into the bathroom. Moments later he returned without Daylen. Tossing a rag at Contessa the man left to get supplies to clean up the mess Daylen's blood had made.

Daylen felt awkward once more, he could hear the bath running but no one was in the room with him. He prayed it was just a simple cleaning with a rag wiping off the blood and not the stranger fully striping him. He prayed it wasn't Contessa doing the cleaning either. Please just let someone dump him in the water fully clothed, whoever was going to do the cleaning. He would make sure he would never be in this stated again, he felt as violated and nothing even happen yet. He felt violated from the stranger force feeding him blood and taking him into the bathroom. He couldn't even see who was doing it, which made it worse on one hand. On other, would he even want to see who it was?

Contessa pouted when a rag was tossed her way. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she asked, but the man was already gone. Sighing softly, she decided maybe it was to dry her hands after washing them? So she walked over to the bathroom, humming softly but stopped when she noticed Daylen there and a bath. "What?! I...I'm going to bathe him?!" Contessa cried and panicked. This was beyond awkward, but she had to do something, surely she couldn't mess this up right? Yes, yes you can and you most likely will. she thought to herself and frowned."Are you at least feeling a little better Daylen?" she asked but Daylen still couldn't answer, he was still out of it. She wanted the floor to open up and just swallow her whole, but that wasn't going to happen. Her negativity was probably being frowned upon by everyone and Sirus right now. "Alright let's just get this over with Daylen, I know you don't want me to but I have to okay? I don't want to upset you but if I don't do anything then what sort of wife am I? Although I know I'm not the best, I don't know how to do anything right. I'll learn eventually, I hope." she said to Daylen even though she knew it was pointless, she might as well talk to herself. "You don't have to get in the bath, it's fine okay. Just sit right here at the edge of the bath and stay still, I don't want you falling over." she informed seriously.

Contessa dropped the rag in the soapy water and frowned, she knew he probably was uncomfortable being shirtless around her but it was the only way to properly was off the dried blood. "I'm sorry for everything I've done today Okay? I know you probably don't like any of it." she apologized honestly and hesitantly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, neatly folding it and placing it to the side. Picking up the wet rag, she started to gently wash off the blood from his body in absolute silence. She was being serious about this, just wanting to get it done as fast as possible so that he wouldn't be so uncomfortable anymore.

Maybe it was a good thing Daylen's body wasn't responsive. Once he heard Contessa's voice, he wanted to shrivel up and hide. In his case, shrivel into many bats and hide in the shadows covering the ceiling. The panic in her voice was not helping him relax at all. All he could do is listen to her talk to him and well, herself. She was still completely unaware that he could hear every word she said. That even after he was able to move around, he would remember this. He wished his mind was unconscious but it did not seem like that would happen anytime soon. Once more he mentally blushed as she began to unbutton his shirt to clean off the blood. He tried to just focus on her words and not the awkwardness of the events that were taking place.

Daylen could hear the cleaning bucket outside of the door being set down. "He can hear you. His mind is still conscious." The man outside of the bathroom plainly stated to Contessa. He began to clean up the blood, rolling his eyes at the fairy. His hearing was highly advance for his race. The man was on his knees as he scrubbed off the blood. He was the only night staff in the mansion until Raymond accepted his picks of staff. Technically since the sun was he shouldn't be on duty, but since Raymon was resting he was called in earlier. Daylen sighed mentally, he knew that voice. It was his night butler Daniel, the werewolf Raymon liked out of all the applicants.

Contessa continued washing away the blood in silence, she was used to bathing someone, Carolyn not Daylen. This was going to make looking at him the following day more awkward and the man's comment didn't help. She just dropped the rag into the water and narrowed her eyes. Who the heck was this guy? "Oh really? Great that's perfect. Then he can probably tell how panicked and upset I am right now can't he? Good." she muttered and picked up the rag, carefully washing Daylen's face. "You don't have to worry about me doing this again Daylen, I'll never do it again. I know you probably are very uncomfortable right now. Well this won't happen again, no it won't." she said and hummed softly to herself, in hopes of calming herself down. When she was done, she cleaned her hands carefully and sighed softly. Dropping the rag into the water, she grabbed a clean towel and wet it in the sink only a bit to wash the soap away from Daylen's chest and face carefully. Once that was done, she dried him up and wrapped the towel around him carefully. Opening the door just a bit, she slipped out of the bathroom then walked over to where Daylen kept his shirts. Grabbing a clean one, she walked back to Daylen and closed the door behind her. "Clean shirt for you, after this you're going to sleep okay?" she instructed and removed the towel from around Daylen's body then slipped on his shirt, buttoning it up easily. "There, all done." she said quietly.

Daylen just mentally sighed. He would make sure it never happened again. He would have to write this down in his journal. It was actually interesting how one could be in hibernation yet still feel and hear everything going on around them. The process of being trapped in his own mind however wasn't really that interesting. He found that part actually a form of torture, cruel and rather embarrassing what was happening to his body. The fact that now Contessa was aware of his conscious mind made it worse. Uncomfortable didn't even began to cover how he was feeling right now. He was actually glad it was over, though if he could control his body. He was pretty sure that he would be blushing extremely hard right now. Thankfully he couldn't.

The man finished cleaning up the blood, drying the floor with a towel. He moved the bucket of bloody water to help place Daylen into bed. He then grabbed the bucket before turning on his heels. "I will be in the pantry if you need me, Miss Contessa." He stated plainly before leaving the room. Daylen was laying on the bed. He was just glad that Contessa and Daniel didn't go after the blood soaked pants.

"Thank-you for the help, I really do appreciate it." Contessa said quietly and looked back at Daylen who lay in bed. Still out of it, how long would he stay like that? Contessa decided to grab some pajamas to wear since her current dress was going to be tossed out. Contessa walked into the closet and closed the door behind her to get changed then stepped out and walked over to the crate where no name had already fallen to sleep. "Goodnight no name. Goodnight Daylen, sleep well you two." Contessa said and picked up her dress, then walked into the bathroom and picked up the towel, his torn shirt, and the small rag. She made sure to rinse it out and wring out the excess water before going to do some laundry. There wasn't much else to do really, and she wasn't very hungry right now.

Hours after being trapped inside of his own mind, Daylen was finally able to move his body. He took in a breath breath. Thankfully his wound was nearly fully healed thanks to Daniel. His pants were dried in his blood from the night before. He would have to change them. The problem he was more worried about was facing Contessa. Thanks to Daniel, she knew he could hear every word she said last night and all the things she did. It would have been easier on both of them if he had kept his mouth shut. Daylen just sighed softly. Slowly he sat up and took a deep breath once more. His lifted his shirt to look at the wound. It was barely even there, only a mild scarred like tissue which would be gone in a hour or two.

"You are getting bigger little guy, oh you're so cute!" Contessa chimed happily as she fed her pet some warm milk. She was eating a bowl of fruit, nothing too heavy. When she had woken up, Daylen was still out of it so she decided to get something to eat in the meantime. She wondered if Raymon was feeling any better, she hoped both he and Daylen were feeling better today. "What should we do today no name?" Contessa asked as she continued feeding him easily. There was no laundryy to be done at the moment, and the plants were already watered. They were growing and it was staring to look really lovely. "I think we should send some time out in the garden, what do you think?" she asked and ate her fruit happily, humming softly.

Both Raymon and Daniel walked into the kitchen, they were talking in an ancient language. Raymon just took out a glass while Daniel got the substitute blood. "Master Daylen doesn't want to drink blood, he wants the substitute. I know that it would be safer for him and everyone around him. I also know it would increase his abilities by ten fold, however he refuses to drink it." Raymon told the man in the cloak, this time in english. His hood was up as he walked around the manor. The man folded his arms over his chest. His face was stern, well the parts you could see. "Also, Miss Contessa from this day forward, I have made a change in staff. This is Daniel, he is Master Daylen's nighttime butler." He placed the glass on to a serving tray and slide it gently to Daniel. He just took it and left the kitchen.

Contesa looked up when she heard footsteps and noticed it was Raymon and the scary man from last night. What were they talking about? Probably nothing that should concern her. Raymon was right, Daylen preferred the substitute blood over real blood any day. "A change in staff?" she repeated, wondering why he did that. "Ah Daniel, yes I ran into him last night while in my panic. It's nice to meet you." she said quietly as he left then sighed softly. "Are you feeling any better Raymon?" she asked curiously. He was probably sleeping last night and that's why she couldn't find him, he was probably out of it too for all she knew. So Daniel was Daylen's nighttime butler, well that made her relax knowing that he'd be taken care of. This meant that Raymon was her daytime butler, good to know.

Raymon just watched as Daniel left quietly. He wasn't very friendly but he was actually the best applicant. He turned back to Contessa. "I am, Daylen had me take a tonic to heal. It did not take long." He answered her sweetly. "I also must apologize for Daniel. He isn't very friendly but he is loyal, he is highly skilled and trained with vampires." He said reassuring her. "Perhaps if you ask him, he'll teach you some tricks dealing with Daylen's new race." He began to remove some ingredients to make some sweets. He had allot of baking to do today for a small customer party.

Contessa frowned and finished feeding no name. "Perhaps I should considering how terrible I did last night." she muttered and finished up her fruit. She noticed that Raymon was preparing to bake and raised an eyebrow. "I hope you don't mind my asking Raymon, but what are you going to bake?" she asked curiously. Was he baking for Daylen? Or perhaps a guest that was going to arrive later today? Maybe she could help him out, if he let her that is. If not she'd go try to talk to scary Daniel. Daniel actually reminded her of Daylen only because he didn't talk much, he was the perfect butler for Daylen.

Raymon suppressed a snicker. He heard from Daniel about her panic attack and her embarrassing moment of having to cleanup Daylen. Though Daniel didn't find it humorous. "Yes, I heard about last night. It is a good thing I called in Daniel. Though from what I hear you handled it better then you think." Raymon just washed his hands, dried them and began measuring the flour. He had four bowls to fill the the same kind of batter. "Simple pastries for a gathering tomorrow. Every six months Master Sirus held a gathering for Master Daylen's customers. All being different races, I have allot of baking to do today. A lot of odd and rather gross ingredients will be added." He told her in his sweet tone. "However I wouldn't suggest any of these for you, you are looking rather ill today. I'll make you something special once all these are in the oven." Raymon just wiped off the flour from his hands and continued on the task at hand.

"I got the bleeding to stop..so yes I suppose I did a good job with that." she admitted and smiled. "Oh that sounds like fun! I'm sure the guests are very much looking forward to it. I'll have to remember to dress formally tomorrow then." she said and made a mental note about the event tomorrow. When Raymon commented on her appearance, saying that she looked it Contessa raised an eyebrow. "I look ill?" she repeated and gently touched her face. She didn't feel ill though, just not hungry. "I feel fine, just not very hungry is all. I trust your words however Raymon. Perhaps I am ill and just don't know it." she suggested and gently pet no name while thinking about checking up on Daylen, maybe he had woken up by now.

Raymon worked on the first batter then the next, repeating the steps for each bowl. He nodded listening to her. "It won't be the same without Master Sirus but I'm sure it will. It will also give you time to meet his customers and get a feel for them." He just went to the place where they kept the pumpkins. He removed a white one from the place, after washing it. Raymon began to cut it in half then half again. He scooped out the insides before placing the pumpkin into a pot, filled it with water and started to boil the pumpkin. "Yes, but just slightly. Maybe just a light stomach flu." He cleaned and dried off the pumpkin seeds. He was debating if he wanted to replant them or bake the seeds. Daylen didn't eat so it didn't seem that anyone would eat them. "Do you eat Baked Pumpkin seeds?" Raymon asked in his sweet tone. His tone never really changed, even when he was angry.

"True, no pranks will be pulled but I'm sure it will still be a success." Contessa assured and watched in silence as Raymon continued to cook and work on the sweets. "That's true. I need to get to know the customers I'll be dealing with now. I'm actually quite excited to meet them all, I'm sure they're all kind people." she noted and considered his suggestion. A stomach flu? Probably, she'd have to see how she felt tomorrow. She really hoped that she felt better tomorrow, how was she going to enjoy the get together if she was sick? Contessa snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Raymon's voice and smiled, nodding her head. "Yes I do. I don't eat them all the time but on some occasions I like to sit down and enjoy a bowl of them." she answered and chuckled softly. Contessa hadn't eaten any kinds of seeds in the longest time it seemed.

Sirus never really played pranks around Daylen's customer, mostly because Miss Claire always stayed around Daylen. "Surprisingly Miss Contessa, Master Sirus behaved himself. Miss Claire always keeps Master Daylen company, perhaps that is why." He wasn't sure if she knew of his crush or not. "All kinds of people." He repeated, that was a way to put it. He continued to prepare the dough for the base of the sweets. He was adding blood petals and other disturbing things for vampires and other creatures in different batters. "They are rather nice but there are some that may frighten you. The gorgons, love girls, but frightening on first meeting." He had set the seeds aside. Planning on baking them later of her. Raymon would save a few seeds to plant once more, but the rest was for Contessa.

"I see, he wanted to behave around her...how sweet." she said and smiled. She wondered if Miss Claire ever knew of Sirus' feelings towards her but probably not. All kinds of people? If Miss Claire was there, then that meant that Miaror would be there too and she was not too happy about that. She'd have too stay away from him or at least stay close to Daylen the entire time. Though, she really didn't want to seem like a clingy wife either. Suddenly she was starting to dread this event but she was going to do her best to enjoy it anyway. "I can assure you that some will frighten me, some more than others. Either way, I'll do my best to get to know them." she replied honestly.