Dustin just stood there in a daze. His neck stung and burn like hell. He did not understand this pain. This pain made him numb. It made him sick to his stomach. It also made him want to cut. Cut to make the pain make sense. Yet there was no energy for him to do so. He didnâ€™t even notice when the blade hit the floor. Not that her touching it would have hurt her. At most touching it as a vampire would make a warm pins and needles feeling but otherwise harmless. It was really only dangerous to someone vampiric or demon if it cut you. A vampire like Reni it wouldnâ€™t hurt even a bit. A vampire like Marina would possibly have a mild burn on their hand from touching it.<br/><br/>He was tired. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. Yet each time he started to he heard a voice in his head yelling at him and a burst of energy to keep him from doing so. He could feel the angel causing his body to mass produce blood he lost. He also felt the angel slowing the blood flow in order to prevent him from bleeding out. The angelâ€™s voice would be heard by Reni in her head.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">He wonâ€™t die...I wonâ€™t let him. I am slowing his blood flow. He might seem like he is dying but he is not. I am making his body mass reproduce lost blood cells and then slowing the flow immensely in order to keep it from spilling right back out as quickly as it forms. Kind of numbing his body to the world. Do not worry if his body gets cold.</span></span>The voice then faded away. So did the momentary image of an angel whose wings were gently wrapped around Dustin before vanishing to allow her to do her work.<br/><br/>Dustin whimpered a bit and looked pained even as she gently placed the skin back where it was supposed to be. He merely nodded his head as she told him she needed to put her mouth to his skin. He felt so tired but each time he wanted to close his eyes he got a burst of energy keeping him from doing so. He felt her lips against his flesh. Felt her kissing and licking the wound. Felt the almost painless meshing together of his skin. Yet again the healing powers of his vampiress friend amazed him. His neck was hurting less and less. He felt her doing it over and over again until his neck was good as new. No sign of the invasion done by Marina. His body felt so tired. So weak. So...cold. At the same time he felt alive. He shook a bit. His clothes soaked with blood. Trails of blood all down the side of his body that woman had bit him.<br/><br/>As his mind dazed in and out of reality he didnâ€™t quite register what Reni was saying at first. His eyes slowly closing then opening again. He blinked until he was focused in on reality again. Covered in blood? Right he was. Though her question and request. It caused inner turmoil to flicker through his eyes. On one hand he was not feeling strong enough to do it properly by himself. On the other it involved a lot of touching. It involved her seeing him completely naked. He was jumping back and forth between accepting the help and trying to do it on his own. â€œI...um...yes...no...um...I...â€ he said with a very uncertain tone. Biting his lower lip. He was unsure of what to do. That annoying voice would not stop. Would not just let him close his eyes. What harm could a little sleep do?<br/><br/>He blinked and focused back in. â€œMinimal touching?â€ he asked softly. Hoping she could do it with minimal touching. â€œI...â€ He trusted her. He wasnâ€™t sure he trusted her that much. He gulped and paled a bit. Turning back to somewhat normal hue a moment later. â€œI donâ€™t...have energy...to...by myself...â€ he whispered. â€œJust...this once...okay?â€ he said in a shaky voice. He was giving her more trust then he was certain he had for her. Yet he did trust her more than he had anyone before. Even that one person he dated a few years back.<br/><br/>He slowly and somewhat shyly pulled the undertank off. Letting it drop from his fingers and slowly drift to the ground. It landed with a soft squish sound from the blood that was soaked into it. He looked at the tub and turned it on. Hot but not scorching. He flushed pink all over. He didnâ€™t move to take off his pants quite yet. His back to her she would be able to somewhat see whip scars and knife cuts that there was no way he could have self inflicted. Along with other signs of strange and violent abuse that had left its mark upon his form. He had blood down the side of his pants where he had been bit. The only thing not covered in blood even a bit was his boxers. Either way she now got yet another nice view of his torso. Along with marks, scars, and injuries that told numerous stories of life before he came to be here. â€œI...am..trusting you...even though...it scares me.â€ He said in a shaky voice.