Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20161120191253/@comment-24852191-20170119160909

Dr. Hastings: I don't know, but he's the best chance we've got.


 * I sigh.

Me: Fine! I'll go get the vampire!


 * I turn and walk out of the armory. I eventually arrive at cargo hold 6, the cargo hold chosen by Colonel Cassins to keep the vampire for the time being and walk in. The lights are on as the vampire stands in the middle of the room with his hands cuffed. Two squads of marines surround him at the ready. He looks up at me from under his hat, the lights reflecting off his orange glasses. He smirks.

Vampire: Hm, well, if it isn't my master. Is this how you commonly treat your servants.


 * I scowl at him.

Me: Listen you worthless blood sucker, I never asked to be your master and I certainly never asked for you to be in my life, much less in my head.

Vampire: Life rarely leads us to what we want.......or expect. If you haven't come here to free me of these pathetic confines, or these humans you call soldiers, then what are you here for?


 * I sigh.

Me: As luck would have it. You are now my only hope.


 * He grins and snickers.

Vampire: Really? And why is that?

Me: Kit, the girl in black, os hurt badly and she may die. Her regenerative properties are not functioning properly. Since you seem to have vast experience with such things, I was hoping you could do something about it.

Vampire: And what makes you think I am a medical practitioner?

Me: I don't, but I'm desperate.

Vampire: As you humans so oftenly are.


 * He sighs as he effortlessly breaks apart the cuffs and removes them from hos wrists. The marines raise their MA5Cs at him, but I order them to stand down. He grins as he walks to me. He stops in front of me. He's surprisingly not much taller than me. He stands at about 6'3" to my 6' flat. He peers over his glasses at he.AVII.jpg

Vampire: I will aid your friend.


 * I sigh as we head back to the infirmary. We walk in.