Vincent was hissing and making sounds similar to that of a pissed off vampire. Only he was a hurt one whose wounds were slowly stiching themselves closed. His eyes were a vampiric red. "I can help you by taking them from you." He managed to get out in an agonized hiss as the pain was excrutiating. He looks at her with flaming red eyes. "I know this because my mother made that blade. She made it for me and was going to give it to me on my eighteenth birthday. Nenos killed her and stole it before she could do so. I know all that for my mother was proud of her work. A blade made for stopping the very evil of demons. Never found out what her last wish was. She was gone before I was able to get to her. I couldn't save her and Nenos had planned it that way. Set up curses and hexes to keep me from my own mother." He lets out a cry of pain as the foot finished healing over yet made a sizzling hiss like the flesh was on fire. He looks at her. "Vampiric...mother was a vampiress of sorts." He says.<br/><br/>The wound on his side slowly healing itself. "I am not sure what to tell you on what I am. How I did that is energy and wound transferal. It is an ability my mother's side of the family passed down to the youngest of their children." He says. Another cry of pain as he sunk to his knees panting .The loud sizzling hiss indicated that the wound had fully healed over. He was panting and his hands were on the grass in front of him. "Not an enemy...I really do need protection." He says. He picked up the blade and held it out to her. "Take it...you need it more than me..." he says softly. "It will assist you in protecting yourself and me for that matter."