<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie almost smiled when Damian said she had the worst timing for things. Had she not been feeling as though she had been at death's doors, she would have smiled. Right now, though, even smiling felt like way too much effort. Turning her head to look at the man, Missie waited for him to say something.<br/><br/>"I have nothing in mind", the girl replied. It was a blatant lie. She had way too much in mind right now. The idea that she had nearly been sucked dry of blood was still in her mind. The idea that she was working for a vampire now was scary. She felt her survival instinct trying to get her to get up and leave. But how could she? There was no way she could leave that place. There was no way out, literally, unless Marcel allowed her to leave.<br/><br/>And she could feel that he would not. Why would he? Missie wondered if asking, begging and pleading would work. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. There was no way she could get down on her knees - physically or metaphorically - and beg for her life. No, there had to be another way. "I believe you have", she finally replied to Damian's comment on having saved her life. "Thank you. I... I think I might need them", the girl completed grimly, before closing her eyes to get some rest.</div>