The entire inside of the van was red. Blood was everywhere, even dripping underneath the van. Mithias gasped softly as he tried to envision what had happened in here. The letters on the inside of the van meant nothing to him, but he tried to read them nonetheless. All the vampires were dead and horribly eviscerated, except for the one, still beating heart, exposed within an open chest cavity, that Mithias had to assume had to be his brothers. "Martin no..." He said, trying to connect with Martin's loose mind. "I'm not going to let you abandon your body to death like this." Mithias bit his own wrist and held it over Martin's heart, his own blood dripping into the mix of the blood-net. "Come back to me... heal. I'm not stopping until you come back to your body, Martin."
