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Dexter ran over to Margret. His wounds were deep and he had barely any energy left. Dexter held Margret in his arms. "Shit, shit, shit..." He felt weak; almost as if he was going to pass out. He wouldn't let her die. She was the start of a great colony. She was how he was going to stay alive. Dexter knew enough not to pull the blade out of her. If she wanted to heal quicker he would need to keep the blade in and then sew her up. He knew that he would need to do the same as well. "One day to heal isn't enough." Then Dexter heard someone approach. His night vision allowed him to see a tall man. He seemed sullen for some reason. For what Dexter had no clue, but then the man spoke of helping them. "If you want to help, then we need to get both of us ready to fight in 1 day. That means we need to stitch both of us up ASAP. Please get stuff for us to do that. We'll be waiting in there" Dexter pointed to the shipping container he was using as a make shift base. "Hurry and we'll discuss long term help."
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Vampire blood. It was everywhere. Blood generally tasted the way it smelled, and Mithias inhaled the details deeply. A vampire's blood was different than a human's. It contained the power of its source, its host, and that power could be shared, or taken. To drink it would gain a vampire an ounce of the source's power, yet it would also begin to bind them to the one they drank from. Mithias knew very well how it worked, owned as he was by his maker. 

At first, Dexter's request seemed puzzling. Stitching? For a fraction of a second, Mithias was puzzled. He had himself never required any stitching, or bandages. He simply... healed. His healing wasn't immediate or instant, of course, but it was extremely rapid. He could stay in a fight as long as he could give himself adequate time between injuries to recover. He had simply assumed it was the same for all vampires. Taking an assessment of their injuries, which looked to be mostly lacerations, he nodded and left. He already had a small stock of medical supplies, incase he ever needed to save his human son. 

After a short while, the gloomy stranger returned with a small bag. He tossed it to Dexter, who was still holding Margaret. "Will she be alright?" Mithias asked coldly. The truth was, he would have liked to have killed both this old geezer and his infant offspring, but he needed to kill Nixon and Zzyxx more. Hopefully, these two adversaries of Nixon would be able to give him some information.