Only a couple of hours had gone by. Fortunately Cersie didn't need food to survive. The longer he was without his element, though, the more catatonic he grew. Not really dying just lacking life and light. The vampire who had captured him hadn't cared about that as long as he could get blood out of him. When Cersie had snapped, he'd been able to break the window and kill the vampire. But there were no windows here. Just magic and power. As he breathed and kept himself from going into mass hysterics, he could feel the way it moved and pulsed through the entire area, through this illusionary forest.<br/><br/>Cersie's head lifted, about to look at the other, but he rememebered in a split second not to meet his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head, unraveling his body from the earth. He did not look well, nor did he feel well. But that was what terror did to a person. He glanced over at the boy, remembering him faintly from the night before. God the way he was looking at him. Like he was something to be eaten. Prey. Cersie's eyes crackled and sparks danced from his fingertips. He was weakened, but not defenseless. Iseulith hadn't bound his magic, not yet, and he wouldn't be cowed into a corner like before.<br/><br/>Satisfied that he made it apparent that he wasn't easy prey, he jerked out from under the other's grip on his shoulder. He didn't want him touching him. He ignored his gorgeous red eyes and captivating appearance. His tongue was tied, though he reached up and gripped Iseulith's wrist. Sparks flew out from his fingertips, but they didn't hurt Iseulith. "My blood flows through your veins," he said through grit teeth. "You've managed to get some grip on my powers, so I can't hurt you with them. But I am not some creature to be held prisoner." Despite Cersie's hazard appearance, is eyes were lit with eletricity, storms flowing through them. Though it seemed to take a lot out of him. However, he wouldn't show that weakness. To show such weakness would be the death of him. As it was he absolutely hated that Iseulith could control his powers to some degree. Though he wasn't sure Iseulith could divert a bolt of lightning if it came blasting out of the sky and struck him where he stood.<br/><br/>"What I want is for you to let me go. Unharmed. Unbound by any debt to you." Despite his words, there was such terror in Cersie's face and behavior. His hand was shaking, and he let Iseulith's wrist go, still not looking at him, but past him. At the boy-creature that was walking away from them after being ordered to draw a bath. With clothes that were probably for him. A bath sounded nice, but he didn't want to be away from his element any longer. He was weakened by the blood loss, and disoriented by the magic around him. The boys were not natural in any regard, though they didn't feel like vampires, either. Only Iseulith had that sense about him.<br/><br/>Now that he wasn't under Iseulith's influence he'd absorbed a lot of information as he had waited for the sun to set. Now that it had, he was again at the vampire's mercy. And he hated him. Though he was being kind, but to Cersie this was just some fancy, gilded cage. He stepped back from him. "I appreciate your hospitality," he said, sincerely. He wasn't rude and completely wild. He just had a wild nature. "But I really must insist that you let me go." No. He wasn't made for captivity. Like any bird that hadn't been bred into captivity, he'd wither and pluck his feathers out until he couldn't fly anymore. And that was simply unacceptable to him.