Havoc tried very hard not to be dead weight as Auxana picked him up, but it was hard, everything had become hard to do. Feeling useless to her now just made him feel worse and able to do less. Then he saw her look ferociously at his father, which was a shock, no one else was ever able to see either him or Mallory. He didn't know, but it was White, the connection between Havoc and Auxana was already there, White allowing her to see what Havoc could was easy, having her be able to fight his own demon was harder. But his Father wanted to fight, if he couldn't get Havoc to commit suicide, then maybe he would be able to kill Havoc himself. The delusion worked off of Havoc's own self, and if he believed his father would want something, his own power would help accomplish that, White's assistance and Auxana also being linked is what tipped the scales and made it happen.<br/><br/>Seeing Auxana so enraged made Havoc panic, not because he was afraid of her, but because he didn't want her to be upset because of him. He wanted her to always be happy, not angry, not even at his father. His father lunged at them and he tried to move to do something. White herself was actually scared for a moment when she saw Auxana giving Havoc's father more power than he already had. She tried stopping the link right then, but it didn't happen, Auxana was already too connected to it all, White couldn't do anything to the situation at all. When Auxana turned toward the lung to protect him his heart plummeted and he felt like he already was a disadvantage to Auxana, and that she needed to be rid of him. He was glad the shield was there but saw how much of a strain it was on her. Havoc was worried, Auxana needed a weapon. The ring, he thought, Auxana use the ring, please, it's strength will surprise you, I made sure that any blade it makes is a dangerous one. White passed the message on as best she could. Havoc saw Auxana use the ring and he felt relieved, and when she broke her father's sword, he felt safe, and oddly relaxed, he trusted Auxana completely and knew he didn't have to worry about her or himself, as she was there to protect him.<br/><br/>Havoc looked up at Auxana and looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seem. He then saw her move incredibly fast, her sword cut easily into his father, who would not have been so easily sliced by just anyone with a blade. Havoc cried just like his father, his father cried because he had wanted to kill his son so that he could have Havoc under his rule again, his love was a slightly demented one. He didn't care about Havoc's well being, only that he was under his command again, he saw being a father like being a dictator. Haovc was crying because it felt like Auxana just killed everything bad in him, when he did something bad while manic, he saw that come from his father, it was a magnificent feeling that made him cry tears of joy. He knew that even if this killing of his inner demon was temporary, Auxana would always be there to get him though it, one way or another.<br/><br/>Havoc hugged her as she played with his hair, He wasn't sure who whe was talking to when she thanked White. He didn't think much on it, just enjoying being in her arms. Havoc didn't have any experiences like this, he never felt cared for in this way. His mother was unloving, even Mallory was distant, the only friend he was ever close to was Chrysy and that didn't go well. He felt love in his soul for Auxana, she seemed like everything to him, not only had she helped him conquer his inner demon, but sitting there listening to her beautiful voice, made him want to be alive, more so than he had ever wanted to before, especially while depressed. His depressive episode wasn't over, he felt sad, but being with Auxana filled him with love that trumped it. Everything going to be alright, he thought, this brings me hope. Havoc was started to fall asleep again thanks to her wonderful music, and right before he did he mumbled to her. "I love you Auxana, so much."<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>As Norah bit her finger and moved to Kryban, a young man sitting in the carriage stood up in horror, his eyes had a similar shine to them as Kryban's. "Wait, don't!" But it was too late, she already put her blooded finger to his mouth. It was part good part bad she did such a small amount to give him, he would want more but that want wouldn't last as long and the withdrawal would be much less. Blood was extremely addictive to vampires, if their brain is used to the richness that comes from blood from a living host, it's fine, if it's used to a little older blood, then it's more addictive. Also just like alcohol and other drugs, some people are more susceptible, with them having a more addictive personality. But in Kryban's case he was only used to cured blood, it was specially made to last and to not be very addictive so they wouldn't drink it all at once. Cured blood was also not as good for them, in fact most vampires only drank it on trips when they had no other choice and when back home they had fresher blood to drink from, if not a source. Kryban always drank cured blood because he feared addiction, wanted nothing to do with it, he didn't know there would be consequences.<br/><br/>Kryban's eyes shone brightly, his heart pounded as he felt a rush. He felt strong, unstoppable, he looked at Norah with a wild hungry look as fangs grew in his mouth. The other vampire called to some of the others around. "Help me get Kryban off her!" Kryban's now clawed hand went to grab at her neck, but then he stopped, he thought about how she hated being touched. His hand withdrew, he backed away from her and got her finger out of his mouth. He then thrust his own arm into his fangs, dark blood oozed from the wound, drinking it would do nothing for him but it was the act his instincts craved. Soon he calmed down, since the amount he had was so little, the other men had stayed back, amazed at his control. He removed his fangs from his arm, he did feel better just from that little bit, his head felt clearer and his body stronger. He still breathed heavily from the rush but he seemed more like himself. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I've never had blood straight from a person before, I didn't want the addiction, addiction can do horrible things to people and I didn't want that. Maybe not doing it was bad for me, but I don't think I can handle having that feeling more often. I know it goes away the more you do it but I don't think I could get there, plus if you don't get it for a while, it can get just as bad. Older blood or cured blood is all I think I can handle." He wished there was a better way, but getting that close to hurting her was unthinkable. "I appreciate what you did though, that must have been very hard for you." He looked at her kindly, but also with concern. "Are you okay? again I'm really sorry."