Raymon just smiled when Contessa walked into the kitchen, it seemed that way. He nodded to her softly. "I did. He was in the music room." He walked around the counter and made her a plate. He set the plate in front of her with some silware to the side. He then went to make her another one of the drinks to help with her stomach. He just set the glass near her. "There you go Miss Contessa. Enjoy." He even made a meal for her pet, it's bowl where placed near her so she could set him down to eat. He was leading against the counter again. Without thinking he called Daniel Danny once more. Before he knew it Daniel was right beside him, he had one of his blades out. Daniel growled at him before leaving the room. He would have seriously hurt him if Miss Contessa wasn't there. Raymon just looked curious as little cuts appeared on his uniform and one on his neck. It barely broke skin and no blood was drawn. Daniel had moved so fast even he didn't see him move a muscle, yet he had cut him several times. His face suddenly turned serious. "Interesting." If Daniel was that fast and still got beaten badly by Daylen, then he would have to make sure Daylen never entered that state again.

"I thought so. Well at least we know he's inside the house and is okay." Contessa commented and smiled happily at Raymon once he had set the food down for her and then some for no name. "Oh thank-you very much Raymon, no name thanks you too." she thanked and set no name down on the floor so that he could eat his food. "I know I'm going to enjoy this, your meals are always very delicious and I always look forward to them." Contessa explained honestly. She was even happier when she noticed another special drink near her meal. She made sure to take a sip of the drink first before starting to take a bite of her meal happily. Looking down, she was glad to see no name eating his food quickly which meant he was probably a lot more hungry than she thought. When she heard Raymon call Daniel 'Danny' again, her eyes looked over at him and then at Daniel who was already near him."Oh dear, let's all be adults now. No need to fight." she said after swallowing her food. A sigh of relief escaped her fault though when she saw that Raymon was perfectly fine, a few cuts on his clothes but nothing serious. "Very interesting. I'm glad you weren't hurt though Raymon." Contessa said before going back to eating her meal.

Raymon just stood in silence thinking about it. He shuddered lightly. "I hate to see how fast Daylen is in that creature form. If Daniel can be near instant in speed and still got seriously injured. Eh." He shuddered again. He began to clean up Daniel's place, he would save it for later. He was thinking about the story Daniel told him about last night. Once the plate was covered and placed in the refrigerator. He took a book from the inside pocket his vest, he was flipping through it until he found an ink drawn picture. He set the book down near Contessa. "From what Daniel said, that's how Daylen looked last night." The picture was of creature who was both human and bat. The skin was leathered like that of a bat, it's facial features resembled one as well. It had bat ears, sharp fangs and it's arms were more like bat wings. The rest was that of a human male, it was actually frighten. "Apparently this is a linked power to his ability to turn into several bats. Only extremely power vampires can do this. It's also why he can't drink the substitute blood or tonics. Only reason why he could before was it was during his grace period." He paused for a little before speaking again. "The one I shortened." He wasn't really proud of that but it was true.

Contessa finished up her meal while listening to Raymon speak of Daylen. Looking at the picture closely, she shuddered. It looked terrifying, and she didn't want to run into that any time soon but at least now she knew what everyone was talking about. "This is very interesting." she said quietly and finished her drink. "He is a much more powerful vampire than Miaror ever was...perhaps Miaror was just upset at that fact and had to annoy Daylen until he snapped. Quite sad the way he died but he was asking for it, and at least now I don't have to ever worry about him hurting me...that man creeped me out really." she said as she continued to focus on the picture. She wondered if this was going to happen more often now since it had already happened once, or did it only happen when Daylen was annoyed past his breaking point? "Please don't blame yourself Raymon, this was all going to happen eventually." she said with a small smile, trying to think positively.

He just smiled, he wasn't blaming himself. He just accidently made it happen faster. "He creeped everyone out, Miss Claire only turned him because she accidently attacked him. Her craving, back before Daylen created the substitute blood was the reason. She felt horror because she couldn't heal him, so she did the next best thing." He explained to her. "Now as for me blaming myself, no. Accidents happen, if it wasn't me I'm sure Daniel would have jumped at the chance to tick off the elders." He picked up the book and looked at the picture, it didn't do the real thing justice. "The elders are the reason he was in need of a job and why he has all those scars. Not even his racial healing could prevent those." He told her plainly, he wasn't going to tell her his life story, just that.

"Well accidents do happen." she started and smiled slightly after being reminded of the special connection Daylen and Miss Claire had. At least she hadn't killed him, who would she be married to if Daylen was dead? Sirus was dead too so she would probably still be at home helping her mother around the house and playing around with Carolyn. Or maybe the elders would have found someone else to marry her. When Raymon mentioned the elders being the reason for Daniel needing this job, she was pretty curious to know what it was that the elders had done to get Daniel in his current position. Nothing good she assumed, the elders never did anything good like she thought that they did. She always respected them but after what had happened leading up to the marriage, she realized they weren't the respectable people she thought that they were.

Raymon just put the book back in his pocket before going to the refrigerator for a packet of blood. He was making a drink for Daylen, he left to get a tonic to help with his fever. Even though there was sleeping tonic in Contessa's and Daylen's room, Raymon thought Daylen might need that one for later. Raymon just returned to the kitchen. He slipped the tonic into a glass and got the blood ready. He then removed a bowl filled it with ice and water like he had been doing throughout the night. "I need to check up on Master Daylen and get him to bed." He told her setting everything on a new tray. "Unless you would like to?" He probably knew the answer to that, she seemed to be avoiding him all day. "He has high temperature, so its important that rest." He just warned her sweetly. He just wanted to warn her, he looked very sick at the moment but that could be from the events of last night.

Contessa watched as Raymon left, then looked down at no name who was finishing up his food. "You were very hungry weren't you no name?" she asked and gently pet him as he ate. When Raymon returned, she looked at him and listened to what he had to say, "I really do what to check on him, but I'm afraid he probably wouldn't want to see me. I'm going to take a chance though, the worst he could do is ask me to leave him alone." she answered honestly. "High temperature? He really should be in bed then." Contessa agreed seriously. "Well then, let's go see if we can get him to go to bed Raymon. Come along no name." she said and looked down at her pet which was getting pretty big now. "So cute!" she cooed as she picked him up into her arms and motioned for Raymon to lead the way.

Raymon just sweetly smiled. He was glad she wasn't going to avoid him this time. Even though he knew Daylen didn't really want to see anyone right now, he knew it would be appreciated that she came to visit him. "I'm glad to hear that Miss Contessa. " He just picked up the tray and headed to the music room. He knocked on the door before entering. Daylen was still just sitting at the piano, even in dimmed light you could see he was covered in tiny beads of sweat. Daylen never looked up when Raymon entered the room. Raymon just set down the tray, picked up the glass of blood and walked over to Daylen. "Here Master Daylen, drink this. Hopefully it will help your fever." He set the glass on the top of piano. "I'll return in a little. I will change your bed sheets them I'll help you to bed." He told Daylen softly. Daylen never moved, it was clear he was in his own little world at the moment. Raymon just frown before looking at Contessa. Raymon just left the room to change the sheets he was sure gross from sweat.

Contessa set down no name and slowly approached approached Daylen. She placed her real hand on his forehead and frowned, "You're burning up." she whispered and looked at the glass of blood then back at Daylen. "Daylen I know you probably would prefer to be alone...and if you want me to leave you alone just tell me and I'll go." she started. "Could you please at least drink the blood, I'll turn away if you don't want me to look. I'll do whatever you want. I-I just want you to get better. I was so worried about you...I wanted to see me but I wasn't allowed and I thought that maybe you probably didn't want to see me anyway. I thought maybe I should give you some space. I can't just ignore you though Daylen, I worry about you all the time weather you like it or not." she explained and sighed softly. He probably couldn't even hear her right now, he looked zoned out.

Daylen just looked at the glass, his head was pounding from the heat and transforming last night. He heard every word Contessa said but all day he was reading different from Raymon and Amell. He didn't really blame her after last night, he was surprised she even came to see him right now. He had dried blood on his face from loose tears that fell from time to time. Thankfully his hair covered his face. He just sighed and drank the glass before setting it back down. "You're free to do what you want Miss Contessa." He told her plainly, he never looked up from the keys. He lifted one hand, with a shaking hand. Daylen slowly pushed a few keys. It was clear his heart and mind were closed off, the music was empty as he played one handed.

Contessa frowned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug, her fingers brushed the hair away from his face, exposing the dried blood tear trails. Why wasn't he looking at her? Was he that upset? "Daylen please drink up...please drink that." she whispered and listened to what she assumed was supposed to be music. "I'm sorry if I upset you somehow. I am sorry for not visiting you last night...I didn't think you wanted to see me." she repeated and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The only thing I want right now is to spend time with you. To look after you, to take care of you." she explained quietly.

Daylen just stopped playing when she hugged him. His pale eyes never lifted from the keys. He had already drank the liquid, though it wouldn't help. It wasn't a foreign germ causing a fever, it was from the transformation. Daylen just shook his head lightly, he wasn't upset because of her. He was upset because of his actions last night. "It's not you that has me upset, but myself." He just closed his eyes and sighed softly. He still could see the pieces of Miaror leftover, they were spread over the grass and crystal flowers. He felt sick to his very core. He opened his eyes only so a few more tears could fall. He could hear the screams everytime he closed his eyes. He could see everything he did but he had no control of himself. He barely came to his senses when Daniel knocked him unconscious.

"Daylen please don't blame yourself for what happened. It was beyond your control and Miaror is at fault here for pressing your buttons. He was foolish, and sometimes foolish people end up getting hurt.' Contessa whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair softly. She wanted to bad to comfort him and she didn't know how, she just hoped that being in the same room was comforting enough for him. Contessa could understand that he was upset with himself, but he couldn't just spend his days like this, it was not the right thing to do. He had to be strong and move forward, not linger in the past. "It's in the past Daylen, and the past is not ours to control. We can only focus on the present and work towards the future. Everything that happened up to this point has been a learning experience and will help you become stronger and be able to control your new abilities better." Contessa commented quietly.

Daylen just pulled away from her when she spoke. He weakly stood up and walked away. He stood at the other end of the piano. "Clearly you never been haunted by your actions. You never felt the pain or horror from taking life. It isn't just the past, you can not just forget it overnight." He plainly told her. "You see it every time your close your eyes, you hear the sounds they make." Tears threaten his eyes again. "It eats away at you, nothing you do will ever change the past. I know that Miss Contessa. I know he was begging for a fight. He deserved a punch in the face. He didn't deserve to be shredded into many pieces or eaten alive." He simple told her. He never looked at her while he spoke. She probably thought he was mad at her for telling her this. She most likely would run out and avoid him again. It seemed everytime he tried to share, he would just mess up. Probably did again just by telling her this.

Contessa only could frown when Daylen walked away, had she said something to upset him? "You're right, you're absolutely right and I apologize for saying what I said." she apologized and watched Daylen carefully. "I don't know what you're going through and probably never will, but I'm trying here. I'm trying to do whatever I can to comfort you even just a little bit. I never know if I'm doing a good job or not but I guess it doesn't matter." she commented quietly and crossed her arms across her chest, "Will you at least get back in bed Daylen?" she asked. "You're sick and you should be resting, if I was the one with a high fever you would tell me the same thing...to get some rest and I would do that. So could you please do that too?" she asked and sighed softly. "I know you don't want to rest right now, so I won't force you to either." Contessa muttered quietly and looked over at no name.

Placing his hand on the piano, Daylen just shook his head lightly. "Nothing to apologize for. You simply just don't know the horror of taking a life. Thats a good thing." He told her softly. He closed his eyes. Once again images awaited him. He finally looked at Contessa, fresh tears making their way down his face. He wasn't wearing his normal emotionless expression, this one was clearly pain. Sadness filled his eyes, it was clearly hurting him more then he was showing. He felt more like a monster now, knowing there was a beast within him. One he could not control. He would insist she rested if she was sick. He just looked at the floor in front of him and sighed lightly. He just nodded, he would go rest more. He didn't want to fight, not after last night. He just turned to leave the music room. Raymon had came but left seeing them finally talking, he didn't want to disturb them.

"Oh dear...D-Daylen please don't cry." Contessa started and quickly was at his side, her arms around him. "Please don't cry Daylen, I'm sorry for what happened. I wish I could have prevented it somehow." she said and let go of him to look at him, offering him a weak smile. Contessa really didn't want to smile right now, she didn't know what to do. Should she give him some space? Should she go with him? Should she speak? Should she stay quiet? She didn't know and she really couldn't ask anyone for their advice on this because Daylen was right, she was free to do whatever she wanted. The way he had said it though upset her. It was almost as if he was mad at her for not being with him through all that had happened. How was she supposed to be with him? Daniel didn't let her and got mad when she persisted. She didn't want to fight though, she never liked fighting.

Daylen just looked away from Contessa. He couldn't stop the tears, he fought them back as much as he could but some kept making their way down. "I'm not upset with you for staying away. Daniel kept you away for your own safety." He paused for a small breath. "I'm glad he did." He told her before leaving the room. He didn't want her to get hurt, he would never forgive himself for that. It would take awhile before he got over this, he knew it would just take time to. He went into the room and headed to the bathroom to wash his face from the sweat and tears. After drying his face he made his way to the bed. All the lights were off, only the fireplace was filling the room with a soft glow and warmth. He just looked at the tonic on the nightstand debating on if her should take it or not. He laid down, he would try and sleep without it. He just hoped he could.

All Contessa could do now was stand in the room as Daylen left. He needed some time alone, it was going to take a while for him to get over what had happened. It wasn't going to take a day or two, it would probably take weeks or months and she would try to help however she could. The best way to help right now looked like it would be by giving Daylen some space. Looking over at no name, she smiled weakly and picked him up in her arms. "Come on little guy." she said quietly and walked out of the room and towards the master bedroom. Contessa closed to door behind her and set her pet down in front of the ball of yarn then went back to working on painting the wall. "I hope Daylen can get some sleep today, he really deserves to get a good sleep." she said to no one in particular as she continued painting the walls.

Daylen couldn't sleep. He kept hearing the crunching noises, the noises he kept hearing everytime he closed his eyes. He sat up in bed. He was breathing heavily, the events of last night were tormenting him once more. He just left his room, he need to hide from the world. He ended up hiding in the dungeon after stopping in his study. He took the tonic to remove his emotions, he couldn't handle the pain. He slide down the dark, moist wall. He hated this, hated the feeling. He sat in the cell, his back resting against the wall. He just curled up, waiting to go numb. He made sure this time he wouldn't be found easily, he was deep into the dungeon, a placed he put his most powerful inventions he would never release to the world.

Contessa was happily singing to herself and moved on to paint the third wall. "I wonder...I should paint the ceiling too shouldn't I?" she asked herself and poured some more paint into the paint tray. Painting the ceiling wasn't required was it? She didn't think so but it would help the room look nice. "Gray, I think a gray ceiling would look nice. Painting it is going to be hard, but I need to stay busy anyway." she said to herself and would occasionally glance back over at no name who was chewing on the yarn as if it were a chew toy. At least he was distracted and would stay away from the paint, she didn't want him to end up stepping on the paint and then run around the manor. It was starting to get pretty late and she was starting to get extremely tired. Looking at her work, she only painted two walls and part of a third one. Contessa still had a lot to do and really wanted to paint all four walls today but knew that she couldn't do that right now, she needed to get some sleep.

Once more Raymon was on the search for Daylen. Daniel was resting so he didn't want to wake him up with this event. He knew that Daylen just wanted to hide from the world but with that blood lust he needed a consistent supply of it. "Daylen?" He called into the music room but he wasn't in there. He sighed. He found a empty bottle, meaning he took something. He didn't know what though. He just stood confused, he doubted that he would be with Contessa. He just stood in the hallway, trying to figure out where he would be. The sun did set a little bit ago, maybe he left the manor without him seeing. Raymon had the maids searching for the master of the house while he went to check the maze. They just scramble about at a loss to wear he went. "Do you think he is in the attic?" One asked. "In the basement? Or the dungeon?" They were naming everything they could as they stood in the hallway unsure.

Poring the remaining paint back into the bucket and covering it up, Contessa picked up no name into her arms and yawned as she walked out of the room and towards their room. She wasn't surprised to see that Daylen wasn't there when she got there though. Contessa frowned and listened to what Raymon and the maids were saying and peaked out into the hallway at them. "I don't think he wants to be found right now. I think he just needs some time and space to process all that had happened We can try and look for him though, but perhaps we should all just get some rest and check up on him in the morning." Contessa explained tiredly.

Raymon just smiled weakly at Contessa. He wasn't sure how long she been in the room, he wasn't sure how to tell her this but he had too. "I wish we could Miss Contessa, however he didn't drink anything other than tonic and small amount of blood in the last twentyfour hours. His craving will kick in soon." He showed her the empty bottle. "He took something, I'm not sure what." He told her softly. He didn't didn't want to worry her but she needed to know that Daylen was withdrawing again. "Get some sleep Miss Contessa. Daylen is just withdrawing from the world again." He told her sweetly before leaving to look in the dungeon. It sounded harsh but he was just plainly telling her that they would be losing the Daylen she came to know. He always hid and took unknown tonics when he was trying to shut out the world. He had done this since he was a child, probably always will.