<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie felt a chill down her spine when Marcel turned to face her. She could feel her heart racing, blood running faster in her veins. It was a strange sensation. Fear and a strange... no, it wasn't attraction. It was something different. Something she couldn't name, but something real. The girl compared it to the attraction some people feel when they get too close to a window. The urge to jump, even though they know jumping will be their death. As he will be mine, Missy thought to herself. When Marcel got down on his knees, she moved her arm so he could inspect it, watching as he did so.<br/><br/>Following the vampire's gaze with her own, she waited for him to speak. It sounded completely unreal to be standing there, on a dark hallway, talking to the person who had nearly killed her less than twenty four hours before. "Don't we?", she finally spoke up, before he could walk too far. "I know I don't, but what's in it to you?". After a pause, she completed, as an afterthought. "Wait, no... better yet... what would you do to me if I did get sick? Get rid of me, I believe". After this sentence, Missie finally fell silent, wondering what the next act would be in that strange play that was unfolding in the castle. She knew Marcel was the central character, but she was still unsure of what her position was.</div>