"Angela....Croffin...." He repeated the words on his tongue, getting a feel for his new master. "Very well, my Lady. From hence forth I will do as you command. My servitude begins...now." Damien scooped down and picked Angela up bridal style. Making sure she was comfortable, he led the way back to the surface, exiting the dark basement for good. When they reached the top, they were met by bright sunlight. Morning had come, giving off a warm radiance in the other wise abandoned manor.

Of course, that still couldn't change the fact that it was abandoned in the first place. But at least now there was another presence in the house. One that was always there to begin with. Bringing Angela to one of the many restrooms, Damien dug through the drawers until finding a bottle of rubbing alcohol and more cloth.

Approaching the young Croffin, Damien said, "This will sting. But not as much as my fangs." Was...that supposed to comfort her? Regardless, the butler dabbed the cloth in the alcohol before applying it to the wound on her neck.

"Has my Lady thought about her next plan of action? With no living family left behind, where will she go in this cruel world?" He continued cleaning the cut gently.

"Furthermore, my Lady has shown no fear of me as of yet." He grinned. "I adore a strong master."