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The pain burned like fire in his insides, sizzeling flesh as fast as his powers could heal it. No, this standoff wouldn't last forever. Just fighting it took all the energy he had, his strength, his speed, his wit and reflexes. Mithias actually felt himself tremble under the gun as he realized what was very likely about to happen. 

You might think he could have gotten up and run, snatched the gun out of her hand, well... even if he deflected one gun, the blue haired girl had already proven herself a good aim. A second bullet would be most difficult to deal with while trying to escape two with the vampiric gift. Any aggressive action, even under the pretense of flight would only have been an invitation for death. 

As the moment sadistically stalled, Mithias watched the waves of red sparkle with the bright silver moonlight above him. Her hair, it was like liquid, the surface of a red lake, undulating in the breeze. How beautiful it was, and oh how beautiful blood was. Had he not just fed? The hunger that suddenly struck him must've come from this wound that continued to tax him to the ground. Forget the pain. Mithias refused to let it spoil his apprieciation for the last things of beauty he would ever see. 

"Camille....lower your weapon."

The beautiful creature knelt down before him and spoke words that he knew he understood, although it was like listening through a daze. Ages of practicing self restraint easily gave Mithias the ability to chose between drinking and death. Control was his as he looked at Rebecca with an anxious brow and then lowered his sight to her offering of just what he needed to survive. 

"Your blood, is sacred." He said, exhibiting a respectful reluctance. Yet, having acknowledged that, he accepted. With one hand still covering his wound, he leaned forward and reached for her carefully. His gentilness was surprising, given Rebecca's history with men of either species. He held her with only one arm, with a strength far more akin to a human's than to the beast that he truly was. His fangs were sharp and relatively painless, like those of a blood-drinking bat as opposed to a brutal wolf. His actions seemed in accord with his words, that her blood actually was sacred, given to him freely, a sacrifice that he most appreciated. 

Before she knew it, he was releasing her, and she felt a calmness that she knew was merely an illusion. And just as that illusion was wearing thin, the clink sound of metal was heard. Mithias had drawn one of his swords!

The blade flashed and plunged into flesh. There was already enough vampire blood on the ground. Mithias doubled over, his own blade through his back as he fished into the wound with his other hand and physically removed the burning bullet from within himself. Tossing it onto the ground before him, he growled and cast his blade away as well. This wound at least would heal. Now, holding over a somewhat bigger wound, he looked up at Camille with his vivid, bright eyes and panted. "Madam, could you please refrain from putting another one of those bullets in me."