The nails digging into his arms had hurt, but as injuries go...Daniel had had worse. But he had to leave--he wasn't inclined to get caught. He smiled and said, his voice ominous, "All done. Get home safe."<br/><br/>And with a surprising turn of speed from the unholy blood in his veins, fled into the stormy night, no lightning lighting his way, no moon to guide him. Just darkness and the grim glow of streetlamps showcasing his retreating silhouette in the rain.<br/><br/>A week passed since that particular incident.<br/><br/>Daniel thought nothing of it...but had he been wiser, had he been more careful, he would have. He had taken a lot of the man's blood. His own blood had been exposed to the human. And every vampire knew what that meant...