“I-I’m cold…really cold like w-when you drained me.” Maggie couldn’t stop shaking despite being held, rather tightly in Dexter’s arms. Looking up at his worried expression she realized he wasn’t as good off as she was, if that knife had penetrated him he would of died instantly or soon after. She saved his life, she didn’t know why but she did. She looked down at the knife in her collarbone, oddly not feeling anything. It looked really bad but it didn’t frighten her further, even as some blood pooled out and down her shirt. She laughed at the irony, “Daddy can I have money for clothes? Blood is so last season.” She coughed some and felt blood in the back of her throat but said nothing. 

 She looked down and saw the bag of medical things Dexter received, “Huh...so we aren’t just talking corpses…we can actually die…always though vampires were immortal…” She said as her eyes glazed up towards the nighttime sky feeling somewhat peaceful.