Frankie watched the vampire girl collapse and realized he had very little time.  He scooped the girl up in his arms and began running, trying his best to shield her from the sun as he ran towards the nearest DPDS warehouse.  He smashed his way through the door, closing it behind him, and laid the girl in the shadows, watching her breathe shallowly with her cooked skin.  The girl definitely needed an infusion of blood to heal her wounds.  Frankie gave a dark blush as he realized what he had to do.<br/><br/>The golem slowly crept towards the girl, crouching down as he placed a hand on her delicate shoulder, noting that her clothes were changing from the rags they had been to a delicate Gothic dress, black and lacy.  There was no willing donor anywhere in sight, yet this girl wouldn't be able to get up without blood.  Frankie pulled out a knife, getting ready for the chaos that was about to ensue.  His ichor was close to blood chemically, but it was much more powerful.  More importantly, it was intoxicating, and tasted absolutely terrible, like alcohol for vampires.  The girl would regenerate alright, but Frankie had no idea what she'd do next.  He'd seen vampires do anything from violently attacking him to becoming frighteningly horny from exposure to his ichor.<br/><br/>Frankie sliced into his wrist, and opened up the girl's mouth, letting the blood flow into her.  With any luck, she'd regain consciousness, and suck on the wound for a moment, closing it up, before she realized how heady of a humour she was drinking.  At that point, all bets were off.