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Having rolled through the cupcakes and skidded to a halt in front of the parked Imperial ship, Mithias quickly looked back and forth like a cornered rabbit between the strange teenager vampire and the halted horde of venomous aliens behind him. With soaked, corroded blades still raised, a slowly healing wound across his chest, and  covered in green and red blood, he panted a few breaths while the air was decent. It appeared the hormogaunts weren't coming any closer, and Mithias could feel the aura that seemed to be holding them at bay. Slowly, he turned his head to the other vampire and lowered his swords. 

Frequent confusion was a plague on his immortal life it seemed, as Mithias was always finding himself in worlds he didn't understand and with beings he could never have dreamed of, and the fact that he could not remember who he was or where he had come from made it all the harder to relate. Where was his place supposed to be when he was always a stranger and never fit in? After all this time, he had just given up in searching for it. 

But now there stood before him, or rather lounged before him, a being that claimed to be kin, a vampire, clearly, and something about this vampire stabbed Mithias' memory like a razor-sharp dagger. He stood frozen, golden eyes staring, as he scrambled to recall anything he could with a connection to the being he was seeing. Something was there... Something! A name? Ss.. Su...  Sue-something, but he knew that wasn't it. It was gone. 

The aura was familiar, and his feelings told of a deep connection, deep to the level of his soul. Feelings like elation and reverence came to him, despite the fact that this vampire had just threatened to kill him a moment ago. The urge to drop to a knee was strong. For some reason, his heart innately belonged to this vampire. 

One foot stepped forward and Mithias mentally forced himself to remain standing. The effort was visible that he was resisting immediate submission. Could this be the first time that a being with emotional control had been able to sway him?? He furrowed his brow and replied calmly but with conviction, "I am nobody's servant." He stepped forward again, his resolve strengthened by his own words. He had no reason to withhold his name, which was the one thing he had retained throuout time, and perhaps giving it would provide more insight on who this person was. "My name is Mithias. Have we met?"