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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><i>Somehow... I feel like I got the short end of the stick...</i> Luca thought warily to himself. "You only picked up on me stabbing you?" He commented with a look of disbelief. He rolled his eyes. "Just great... this is <i>exactly</i> what I needed," he muttered. "So watching me cut myself open is in no way going to deter you? Just so I can coat a knife with it and then stick you with the knife... I don't know what to think." Luca closed his eyes and shook his head as he lay there. He despised the idea of having a vampire wandering around with him. Especially one that could snap at any moment because he refused to drink even the tiniest bit of blood to take the edge off. Luca reminded himself that if their roles were reversed, he would probably feel the same way. The idea of stooping to a normal vampire's level sickened him. It must have done the same for his newfound friend. <br/>
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"Fine. You can stay... I guess. We'll... figure something out for you. On one condition. Don't constantly ask me to kill you. It's creepy..." Luca gave him a glare for good measure. Then he closed his eyes again. Though the floor was hard, he was still exhausted. He could feel his mind slipping toward sleep. "Name's Luca. Luca Mercer. For now, we'll rest here. Then we leave. Don't know about you, but I tend not to stay in one place for too long. Afterward, we can figure out where to start in regards to your curse. Maybe if we learn about it, then we can find a way to end it for you. Sound like a decent plan?"</span>