Getting back to my home, I placed Isolde on my large four poster, stroking her hair I said quietly,<br/><br/>"I won't let you go,"<br/><br/>I knew that sometimes my blood could heal, but another time it would kill and that was more often than not, I had heard Isolde say something to me before she passed out, something about my blood, do I take the risk? She lay there knocking on death's door, maybe he was already opening that door.<br/><br/>I paced the room, for about fifteen minutes deciding what to do, I could feel my anger taking me over, I shouted<br/><br/>"Aulak, you are a bitch, why would you do this?"<br/><br/>I knew that she would regenerate in time, but what about Isolde? I decided. My fangs grew, I sliced a cut on my forearm and holding my arm over her mouth, I squeezed the cut letting my blood drip into her mouth.<br/><br/>I sat on the chair by the bed and closed my eyes, letting my arm heal itself.