Luca was staring up at his father, a smile on his face as he clutched the man's hand. Around him were other adults and they seemed mad. Luca frowned and was about to ask what was wrong when he was pushed to the ground. "A filthy halfblood doesn't deserve to be your heir, father. Get rid of it. Rid of your shame." Knives plunged into his frail body as he screamed for them to stop.

He jolted awake, wincing as the sudden movement had hurt. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, glancing about his surroundings. It took a moment to remember where he was. Marc... He had saved his life, and had given him blood. Luca worried about the mortal. He hoped the bloodstone had protected him from the curse. He wanted to get up, but he was still weak. Instead he glanced about the room. Simple, but comfortable. It was obvious Marc was a man of modest wealth, but didn't like showing it off like his family. He sighted a book on a nearby bed stand and picked it up, scanning its title before opening it and reading it. It helped keep his mind of what had happened, possibly a few days ago. Luca had seen it was day time and felt as though a few days had passed. He'd have to wait for Marc to show up so he could ask.