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At the sound of a kind voice, the ragged vampire in the chair slowly lifted his head. It was a young woman vampire speaking in hushed tones of escape. Mithias furrowed his brow at the rush of urgency. "Who are you?" He asked. Whoever she was, she was on his side, and had brought blood. Mithias looked at the bag that she had dropped, reading its contents by its hue. His thirst was strong enough to make it difficult to concentrate, and he unabashedly stared at it. "If you're planning on maiming me, you'd better give me that blood bag first." 

As she moved to carry out her plan and Mithias drank, he realized how foolhardy this idea likely was. He had to stop her before she got herself or both of them killed. "A plan is nothing short of suicide if it hasn't been thuroughly thought through, my would-be saivor. I see no weapons in that tight, rediculous dress of yours, and certainly not a saw. And if you are still able to cut off my hands, I would be in no condition to fight effectively. Do you have weapons outside? Blood? Have you disabled the cameras?" Mithias clenched and unclenched his fingers anxiously.