The pain of hunger ebbed and flowed as the bound tried to get a hold on the person it found. Who ever it was fought with it trying to stay where they were for some reason. Vincent prayed that they would relent soon, holding the bond open like this was taking it out of him. Five minuets pasted they seemed like five hours to him. The sound of heartbeats all around him calling his beast out more. Then it stuck, who ever it had bounded with was strong willed and stubborn. He could feel some of his pain leave his body as the person took it. Each seconded that ticked by the pain and hunger trickled away.

The door opened his mind only just realizing that he knew the sent of the person before he was out of the bed. “I….am….here …..to …..help” her gasping voice stopped him less then a foot away. His eyes were red with the hunger and the need, her smell yesterday just interesting now called to him. A wave of pain, not hunger pain but true pain sliced acrossed his back. He could smell the blood as the damage went to him and not Lewis.

“Lewis, hurt.” His voice lisped around his feeders as he looked at her. Some how he was now on the floor and not standing. The muscles in his back knitted back together rapidly but not as fast as they should be. “trust me.” It was unclear whether he was saying that Lewis trusted him or asked her if she trusted him.