The man, the vampire, the thing that called itself Cerasus Orion Damocles... was at the end of his rope. His smile vanished, and the look of agony that he had been displaying beforehand returned. Clearly, it was taking all of his effort to stay conscious, and even then his strength was running out. His brow furrowed, meeting Izzy's questions with a look of utter annoyance.

"Doesn't matter." He shut her off quite bluntly. "Blood... Give it to me. Now."