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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Confusion filled him. What the hell was wrong with this vampire? He wanted someone to kill him? Then why didn't he go find a hunter to shove a stake through his heart? Or have another vampire rip him to pieces? Luca laughed, then groaned as the action caused a horrid throb to pulse through him. He was losing his mind. <i>Must be the beating I took...</i> he blamed the weird situation on that. It was the only thing that made sense. That and blood loss. <br/>
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"You're joking..." Luca managed. He didn't fight though as he was helped up to his feet. "I can walk..." he said and the first unsteady step proved that he would need someone to hold him upright in order to make it. Unwillingly, Luca leaned on the shorter vampire in order to make it to the end of the alley without falling flat on his face. As they made it to the main street, Luca looked around them. The buildings were somewhat close together, but their structures were all different and the one most unique of them all was exactly what he wanted. With his good hand, he pointed. "There. Hunters. Just get me to the door. Unless you want to be attacked, then be my guest," he offered.<br/>
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The walk was long and strenuous. Luca struggled more often than not to remain conscious. <i>How ironic that I rely on a vampire to get to safety...</i> he grimaced as he thought about his uniquely strange situation. Different though he may be, the vampire was still an undead creature. The blood lust alone was enough to label them as beasts; uncontrolled and violent. Tearing their prey apart limb for limb most times in a vicious feeding frenzy. Luca kept his guard up with the vampire holding him firmly but not painfully. He'd lost his knife, but he was fully confident in his own toxic blood that if he needed to he could destroy the creature in seconds. The only thing keeping him from doing so was the apparent need for him. Without the shorter vampire, he'd never had made it to the hunters building and likely would have fallen prey to another vampire - or two. <br/>
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<i>I must be cursed... unlucky... something,</i> Luca fumed. Between his blood being so volatile that he was hunted by vampires all over, he somehow found himself being helped by one! It couldn't have gotten any more bizarre.</span>