Repression and forgetting were the two things that Henry's brain had been trying to perform during his period of sleep. His mind refused to believe the idea that he had been changed by Daniela. It had not been a change he wanted or had even asked for, she had just taken it upon herself to change him. Change him into this horrible thing that killed to live. His mind refused to even think of the word that currently described his status. Henry was in denial, completely and utterly. His eyes opened, seeing his ceiling. Inwardly, he was praying that all of last night was a dream and he had just been napping or something and this was him waking up.<br/><br/>His mind had not been able to forget all of it, but certain things he could not forget, the appearance of Daniela at his doorstep with another girl after he had specifically called and told her that they were not going to be together again because he had Lindsey and she made him happy. He needed no one else. After that there was a lot of blur that was occurring in his memories until he got to the point at which he was biting the company she had brought over, a girl that looked a little too much like Lindsey for him to be all that comfortable with his actions but there was this sense that he had not cared at the time and was much more focused on drinking her blood. It made him nearly want to puke at the thought.<br/><br/>Henry held it back quite easily since his body was not going to reject food just because his moral code was in shambles. In fact, he had a feeling that he was just a tad bit hungry, something that was not unusual from waking up from a slumber. Yet, he had a thought that this very slight bit of hunger he was feeling was not all about heating up and eating actual food but more of something of the red liquid variety. He hated to admit that was what he needed to do. But it was okay, he was good it seemed for now. It was just the scent that was eating at him, the scent of blood that was in the air of his penthouse.<br/><br/>After a long while, he sat up to look around the room to see that sheet's stark whiteness with the black dresser underneath it, it had the scent of Daniela on it. The woman who had put him through all of this, yet it seemed he was expected to owe her some debt for giving him this gift he did not want nor need. He leaned over to the side of his bed, his skin pressing against the dark purple fabric of his sheets as he reached over to take the white sheet into his hands. He stared at it for a moment, not really reading what was written there but just feeling it in his hands as he laid there on his bed with his chest in the air, and the paper above him. This was the proof that all had happened had been real, he was now a part of them rather than the people he had once called us.<br/><br/>When that moment of realization was over, he read the paper quickly, thinking that it could possibly be some indication that this was all some cruel joke and that all that had occurred was just a lie. But this was not so as evidenced by her words on the page. His eyes passed across the page nearly in disbelief, as if reading the words over and over ,as they were literally burned into his brain as if each letter was being branded into place in his memory, was going to somehow change its meaning to something that he wanted.<br/><br/>This was one of the times that Henry was not getting what he wanted. Henry let that feeling sink in. Once it had, it felt like he had put a 100 pound weight on his shoulders. He had plans as a human, he wanted to marry Lindsey one day, have kids with her one day, make the Marrow Corporation all the more powerful across the globe, but now he was going to possibly lose all of that because some woman thought that it would be fun to make him into one of them. He was more than happy as one of the majority, of the ones he had once regarded as "us". She had taken it all away from him, and from the looks of things, left him to fend on his own for now.<br/><br/>A thought a strong man should never have, popped into mind for a moment as he looked over to his mirror that had just a single drop of blood on it that made him focus on one thing. The fact that every creature no matter how strong or fast or smart they are could die. He could die. And in fact he could choose when he died if he thought of the one thing he had refused to think about. Suicide. The ultimate taking of control from others, but also showing that you are truly out of control. With the one thing above all others, you are weak. Anyone who had met Henry Marrow knew one thing, he was not a weak man. So for him to go out like that would not only ruin his own image, he would ruin a lot of lives if he did that, one of them being Lindsey's. But he was not going to choose to live for them or her. He was choosing life rather than death because that was just not something that he would do. He was living for himself not others.<br/><br/>He sat up, swung his legs over the bed, and stepped out onto the floor of his penthouse where he saw these red spots on the floor that seemed to have a way of trailing to his bed. Henry let out a sigh as he made it over to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies that the help sometimes used when they came over. Henry bent down at his sink, opened the cabinet to pull out the bleach, got a few rags, and then walked over to where the dots began. After a thorough search of the house and a few hours of his time, he felt that he had cleaned all of the evidence of what happened, acting as if it was all normal. This had all been done with his brain on automatic as he refused to think about the fact of why he was doing what he was doing, but as soon as he put the cleaning supplies away, what he should have been thinking about had all come rushing back.<br/><br/>Lindsey and him had planned to have dinner last night, but he had missed it because of all that had gone down. Henry ran over to his phone the moment that thought popped into his head. He picked it up called out, "Lindsey." the phone then registered what he was saying and then began to dial her number, then it paused for a moment and tried to connect.