"Shh, shh, don't speak." Seveline whispered, shaking her head. She knew it was bad to waste your strength by talking when you're hurt so badly like this. Her gaze flickered across his arms, and she realized he had marks that matched hers exactly. 'He hadn't been hurt like that last night... yet those are obviously whip marks.' She thought, confused. Then something popped into her mind. She had once heard of a vampire taking the pain from his partner after she had been attacked by the slayers. It was supposedly a rumor, just a story, but at this point she knew it was true. That was exactly what Blane had done. "Hang in there Blane. It'll be okay."<br/><br/>Seveline bit her lip, trying to figure out how she could help him. If he had taken her pain, had taken her wounds and had them marked in his flesh as well, he would have probably lost a lot of blood... yet the wounds were exactly the same as his were internal pain rather than the scars and marks she'd gotten left with. Wait, blood! 'That's it! Maybe one of Cydrao's blood shots would work!' She thought. 'It's unlikely, but it's the only thing I can think of that has any chance of helping Blane. I have to at least give it a try.' "I'll be right back." She murmured before getting to her feet and darting off down the ladder. She frantically searched through the shelves in the storage room, trying to find the last blood shot she'd hidden in there. 'Where is it, where is it?' She thought, desperate to help the poor suffering boy. Finally she found it and scurried back up into the loft. She knelt beside Blane, the blood shot in her hand. "I have an idea, you'll have to trust me on this one."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Lucretia remained completely passed out then entire journey. Her breathing was quiet and shallow, but calm; as if she had been knocked out or fallen asleep. A few moments after being brought inside Cydrao's home, however, she began to cool down and regained bits of her strength. She could hear movement, but was still too weak to move; her hearing was the first to recover. Next was her sense of smell. She could tell she didn't recognize the scents that surrounded her, which meant she wasn't where she had last been. Had she been taken? Surely if any of the slayers had found her they would have killed her then and there. The taste of blood struck her and she shifted a bit, her eyes still closed though. The blood tasted good, even though it was fake. She hadn't tasted human blood, nor animal blood, so she didn't know any different. Also, because of that fact, she was starving for nutrients from such, as she hadn't gotten the chance to feed from anything and had lost a lot of blood while changing into a vampire from her wounds.