02-13-2011, 06:52 PM
Victor let out a soft sigh as her fangs finally let go of his neck, allowing her head to fall lax against his shoulder. His gentle gaze stayed upon her form, his expressions calm, but his thoughts were heavy. What happened to her? Was it one of the few living here, or was it truly a rogue? Whichever it had been, he knew that he would have to seek them out and demand some form of justice for this ridiculous behavior. Letting out a low sigh at her demand, Victor's voice became stern, "I apologize, but I cannot take you to a hospital. No mortals must be involved."
Then, glancing over at her bloody neck, Victor's hands gently lifted her from him, setting her down again as he stood so that she was laying on the couch. Quietly, he made his way over to the other side of the room, taking a washcloth from the side of the sink of his kitchenette, and wetting it with warm water. Victor then wrung out any excess water, and produced a first aid kit from his cabinet. Then, approaching the girl again, he kneeled down beside the couch. "The pain will go soon." he said simply, lifting the damp washcloth to her neck and very carefully dabbing away the excess blood around her wound.
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