The memories that were flashing across Tehra's mind matched the words the vampire was saying far too much for her comfort. It was as if he was in there, the more he spoke- the more Labyrinth commented as well- the more she realized the he very well might have been. Certain words struck her more deeply than others, cutting back the years of layers of protection and defense that she'd built up.

"Quiet, no noise. Stifled screams and tears that won't fall."

Gods, the boy couldn't have been more right about that one. How many times had Devan's hands moved to cover her lips? How often had she wanted to cry but held the tears back, as they'd give away her position? The screams had always made him worse, she'd had to learn how to swallow them.

Labyrinth moved between them, informing her that his sight had begun to come back. Thank god for that, at least now one of them wasn't blind. Two steps to turn the lights on- but would the vampire allow it? The lights would not hurt him, they would cause him no harm, perhaps he would allow them to do so.

She was unsure- he was clearly half-mad, and madmen were always a risk. He could be harmless one moment and a vicious killer the next. The vampire continued to speak, relaying to her in strange fragments the thoughts she'd had about killing it. Lovely, now it knew it might have been in danger. Survival instincts could kick in.

Cautious eyes moved to Labyrinth, asking him silently if he believed they could make the move, could turn the lights on. He wanted to protect her, he was making that quite clear- the vampire may have been in front of the switch, but the starter was a few feet off. Perhaps she could go for that and he could go after the switch?

The vampire spoke again, this time a true question- not babbling of her own thoughts. "Yes it is possible. There are ways, you don't have to kill." He could find a willing source, or perhaps subsist on a diet of animals instead of human. "You never have to kill if you don't want to." The agent hoped her words were getting through- but the vampire seemed to want to change the subject. At least now they had a name.

Her attention was focused almost completely on Labyrinth as he relayed the information about the vampire to her. Cole. "Memories, so you work in memories then." It was subtle, but Labyrinth would detect the slight tremor in her tone- there was something she didn't want to become public knowledge, something she didn't want Cole to bring to the surface. And of course, now that she'd thought of what she didn't want, he'd probably say it out loud.

It was then that she noticed Cole's attention seemed to be on Labyrinth. Oh thank god, perhaps he had stopped rifling through her memories. The huntress took this as a chance to ever so slowly move closer to the starter- if Labyrinth could get to the switch while talking to him, perhaps they could turn the lights on.

And then Cole's voice rang out like a gun in the still of midnight A creature, been years since contact. It breathes. It moves well. Destruction of another home, sent to learn."

She was certain her heart had skipped a beat at his words- they couldn't be in reference to what she thought they were, no- it was her own paranoia. She'd put a stake in that vampire's heart and chained him to a bed with silver. He was dead, he had to be dead. Cole was a madman- utterly insane, it wasn't like he could possibly have known if Devan was alive. No. It was her own paranoia.

Cole pulled her out of the spiral, catching her attention. "Yes we've come to learn, come to learn what happened- but what is it you would like to teach us?" the agent asked, careful with her words- she wanted to keep him calm, keep him content- perhaps then she could keep him from becoming violent.