She slowly put her blood on his wounds and they started to close up and heal. She looked at him sensing his aggravation. "You know... Being a vampire isn't a thing of superior or inferior. I wasn't strong enough to take the vampires down in one minute, neither were you. They were much older and experienced in hand to hand combat. There are humans that can in fact kill a vampire without powers, I've seen them they train hard. I've also seen the kindhearted vampires help them train."
"I am 17, I was bitten a year back but the effects came slowly it was odd but I managed to age physically to match my age now. But I can't age any more then this." She sighed.. "I almost wish I could've reached 20 before it happened but hey if I'm weaker then other vampires I can work out more." She looked at the wounds as they were halfway healed now. She took her hand off letting them heal the rest of the way. Her own had stopped healing as his healed. But the blood on her's had stopped leaving her flesh since they had halfway healed before she started on him.
He looked up, his eyes opening as he felt the great sensation of the vampiric blood. Valentine breathed heavily from the loss of blood but also from the great amount of life that was coming back to him. The eighteen year old continued to lean against the tree. Why are vampires either so cold hearted or at the other end of the spectrum? What causes this great depression? The more I think about it, the more I see that vampirism isn't much of a curse or a blessing, since regular humans can take them down. Great work I guess is what it takes...I can't kill vampires I guess...some of them... His eyes looked at her as she continued to talk to him ...are just too nice. I can't let others suffer like that!
"I'm really sorry that I had to drink from you, I didn't want to. You mean so much to me, I'm truly sorry that I had to drink from you." She said her eyes showing she was telling truthfully she didn't wish to drink from him. She looked down lightly as his wounds finished healing. Not just the wounds in his neck but his other wounds that she had put blood on. Her idea had worked.
"Look...you're a friend of mine...and..." His mind raced with thoughts, Don't say that you weirdo! No! Say it! She is your friend! No! Don't! over and over again. "I want you to know..." he paused and looked at the sky and then at her eyes. "...that you can come to me any time whenever you need blood. I care about you that much. It can be...a...bonding like thing." There! He said it! It was almost like a pact with her written in blood. What is the matter with you, Valentine. WHat happened? Have you really softened that much since you met her. Well...there was that other girl that you freaked on...I guess you haven't changed, THAT much.
