Dagger had noticed right away that Mark had switched personalities. He too wondered how many personalities and how smart he truely was. He looks at Relina, watching her closely. When she tasted the blood to show that it wasn't laced with posion or anything, he just gave her a weird questioning almost quizical look. He wasn't shocked or surprised like Mark was, it took a lot to surprise him.<span style="font-style: italic">What a weird human</span>he thought as he grabbed the bottle from her. He trusted her only a little, it would still take a lot for him to trust anyone that was in the cave, especially Mark. He takes a a huge gulp of blood from the bottle.<span style="font-style: italic">This probably will only last me a few hours.</span>He thinks as he puts the cork back in the bottle. It was true, only because he had a blood-lust problem, he had always had one, it was the hardest thing to control on him. He would have the huge bottle gone within maybe five hours. It what didn't help matters is that he would go weeks without feeding. By now he had gone about a month. It was like sort of fasting, only feeding when he really needed too. Normally other vampires who tried this would go nuts and into a feeding frenzy, but he was so used to doing this, having done it all his life. He lets out a sigh, wishing the storm would let up, because being in a small cave was bad enough. But having three other people in there with him drove him crazy. He was surprised he hadn't freaked out yet, but inside he was. Eventually his clausterphobia would get to great and he wouldn't be able to hold the fear inside, he would eventually go into a fit.<span style="font-style: italic">This storm better let up fast, I need to get the fuck out of here</span>he thinks with a some-what panic stricken tone.