"No M'lord... I'll... Be fine." She said with a nod. She went to get bandages, her steps a bit less graceful than they were before. She came with bandages and a clean, damp rag. "Your hand, please, M'lord..." She said, quietly. It was all she could do to keep her fangs retracted.

The redhead gave her his hand as she asked for it. he just stood there watching her closely. Then he got the feeling that she wasn't what she seemed, but strangely it didn't scare him at all.

He winched a bit when she cleaned the nasty cut.

She cleaned it as quickly as she could, but still did it right. She quickly wrapped his hand. "There, M'lord..." She said with a slight curtsey. "Is there anything else that I might be of service for?" She asked.

He looked at her and shook his head slowly. "no not really...Thank you for aiding me." he smiled and stroked her hair back. "Is there anything you'd like to do?"

"No, M'lord. Other than to do my job, no. Your father would be displeased if I were to laze about." She said. She tried to avoid eye contact with him right now, because her eyes were still darkened by her unquenched thirst.

He sighed and shrugged. "I'm going to lay down for a while, I insist that you get the brownies out and come rest with me." he said and turned on his heel, walking away yawning.

"Yes M'lord." She said, quietly. She grabbed a potholder and pulled the brownies out. The scent was gross to her. She put the on the counter to cool, and then followed after Jack.

He was undressing already in his bedroom. He just got from his shirt and put it over a chair before he got back to bed. truth to be told he was feeling a bit under the weather. Had been for a few days, but was scared to tell anyone.

Mariabella took a seat in the corner, not speaking, as it was obvious that he needed to rest. Her dark eyes gazed about the room to find something to distract her from what her insticts were telling her to do.

Jack was restless. Slowly he devellopped a fever, which was soon raging through his body. Sweat ran down his forehead as he kept on turning and tossing about. Sometimes he even spoke in his sleep.

She pulled herself out of the corner. She put her hand to his head and recoiled. His fever was much to high. Much without thinking, she bent, her icy breath gentle on his neck. She knew his fate. This fever would kill him. But she would do it first. So pressed soft lips to the skin in the base of his neck. "Farewell, M'lord..." She whispered softly, then allowed her fangs to puncture his flawless skin. She had every intention of feeding until he was dry and dead. But no... Something stopped her short. Very short. She pulled away, to look at the human.

The icy breath cooled his body a bit. It wsa nice to feel a bit relieved.
When her fangs entered his body he gasped out, his eyes growing widely.
When she pulled back his neck was still bleeding, his pillow sucking it all in.

His vision got focussed again and he looked at her. "M-MA-maria....Bella..." he gasped out.

Her eyes were a bit lighter. Had she done that? "M'lord. Open your mouth." She said softly. If she done what she thought she just did, she was in a world of trouble. She had a feeling she did, because the wounds on his neck were already healing.

Slowly he opened his mouth, two sharp fangs blinking in the pale candle light.
"W-what's happening?" he asked scared. He felt sick as his body was dying, only to change slowly into a vampire.

"By gods... That's not good. Listen to me... You're changing... You're becoming what I am. You'll need to feed soon, but you can't feed the same way I do." She said softly.

He blinked. "w-what?" he asked her and sat up. "What do I do?" he was terrified, he had no idea how to feed.

"Nothing yet. I need you to stay calm and stay in this room. Do not leave. I'll be back." She said.

Jack nodded and just stayed in bed, his vision was weird. He heard things that were so soft, it was all too odd. He closed his eyes and rested back.

And with that, she left. She searched the halls for a servant that she could feed off of. She couldn't risk leaving yet. After having found a victim, her hunter's insticts kicked in. It was a quick death, as she drained her pray dry. Soon she came back to his room. "Tell me... M'lord. Do you feel a bloodlust?" She asked, needing to know.

When she stepped back in he felt his heart beating fast. At her question he nodded. "Yes..." he whispered, his eyes had turned into a bright crimson as he looked at her.

She came to his bed. "Listen to me... For the next two months, you must tell me when you are thirsting. You cannot feed directly from a human yet..." She warned, as she sat on the edge. "You must feed from me..." She said, lifting her chin, exposing the pale flesh of her neck.

Jack nodded and looked at her. "Alright." he whispered and got to her neck, kissing it lovingly, he could hear the blood in her veins. It turned him on so much. Soon he sank his teeth into her soft skin.

He drank the red liquid like he never did something else. Soon when he was full he pulled away and looked at her. He kissed her wounds before stroking her hair.

She was surprised, but didn't let it show. "I'm sorry I've done this to you..." She whispered. Remorse. Something she hadn't felt in over a century. She had made him one if the eternally damned.

He looked at her and stroked her hair gently. "It's okay." he whispered before resting back and looking at her.

She nodded. "We have to leave soon... I can't promise I'll be able to stave your hunger off if we pass one of the servants. We need to leave." She said weakly.