She frowned and bit her lip.  She saw his clothes had aged but for the most part he looked whole.  She sighed and then bit her lip hearing something.  She bit her lip and then looked around.<br/><br/>With final resolve, reaching down, shutting her eyes tight, she attempted to pull at the stake.  It would not give.  With a huff, she crawled into the coffin, set to get him home before day break.  She tried to wiggle it a bit and pull it out.  Finally with a pop, she got the stake free.  Putting it in her bag, she got out of the coffin.  She wrapped her arms around his chest and began to pull him out of the coffin.  He was so light.  She wrapped a black blanket around him, and began to drag him toward the car.<br/><br/>Even though her heart was pounding hard and fast, she knew the revival process was far from finished.  He needed her blood to start coming around.  Soon, she had him int he back of a car.  She looked around at him and smiled stroking his face gently.<br/><br/>"Don't worry my friend, soon you be alive."  She drove to her flat.<br/><br/>When they arrived, she dragged him to the elevator and pushed the top button.  She smiled widely when they had made it to the flat.  It was a beautiful flat.  It was two stories if you wanted to say that.  There was the ground floor with one bathroom and one bed.  But stairs lead up to an open bedroom with no walls.  She dragged him to the room she made for him.  She laid him in a dark room on a bed with black satin down comforter.  She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.  She reached to the bedside table and grabbed a silver dagger.  With quiet resolve, she shut her eyes again, and slid it along the meat of her wrist.  She was careful not to hit the vein just enough to make a steady flow.<br/><br/>She gently let some drop on his lips and waited a minute and held it up to his lips.<br/><br/>"Drink my dark angel."  She whispered softly to him.