He blinked as the other spoke, trying to just bluntly tell him he was... He stared up at him, his eyes clearly furious, but he was silent for a long few moments. "And what?" He finally rasped. "Am I just supposed to believe that? Are you trying to say you are too?" He asked angrily, but... He had already known that something was wrong, that he was able to heal right before his own eyes had been enough to know something was so very<i>wrong. </i>But vampires? How was he supposed to believe something like that?<br/><br/>"I don't need your help." He finally muttered, his voice cracking as the tears fell a bit faster down his cheeks. He felt sick, his head was spinning and the taste of blood in his mouth wouldn't go away... Nor did the thirst that seemed only wet by it. What was he supposed to do? Either the guy was serious and he was some crazy monster from the movies now, or the guy was a lunatic and... what? He was so out of his own mind that he'd just swallowed someone else's blood and<i>liked</i>it? How was anyone supposed to handle that?