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Mithais cried out in mortal agony as Alucard's hand punctured right through him, releasing his royal blood directly into his heart. There was no hope of resisting it, the blood had him. It seeped immediately into his core, already changing him, bringing with it power, memories, and domination. Vampire blood just worked that way. Perhaps it would have been better if Alucard had just killed him, because now, he could do anything he wanted with him. Furious with his helplessness, grieving for the loss of his own self control, Mithias feared the curse that had been laid upon him, even as his world began to blacken. As he passed out, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky, he wouldn't wake up. 

Denial refused to manifest however, and Mithias awoke to find himself once gain sopping wet with seawater, on a hard floor in someother very strange place. The lights blurred his vision, and he saw structures around him that looked like metal trees. Where was he? Memories of what had just happened came rushing to his consciousness as he began to sort out what was real and what was a dream, and unfortunately, none if it had been a dream. His body trembled as he tried to move, and he realized that he had been left in a very weakened state. The thirst that drove his kind immediately rose up and grabbed him by the throat. Blood... oh so close to him. All his being was instantly focused on it. 

Martin could see that what lay before him was the most curious thing. A vampire, unconscious, alone in the ocean, and wearing a black colored uniform that bore an Imperial emblem on the left front, just above a terrible hole over the heart where it had been damaged somehow. The vampire's chest had apparently healed, but certainly it had been either lucky or powerful to have survived such a wound. There was also this black mark upon its otherwise pristine white skin...

A bolt of terror shot through Martin as the vampire suddenly lunged at him from the floor. Its' white claws stopped only inches from Martin's neck-vein as the robots around Mithias instantly grabbed and restrained him. The vampire's eyes glowed a deadly red, radiant with the magic that fueled and animated a dead corpse. The vampire spoke weakly as it fell into the robot's arms, staring at Martin with ravenous hunger. "Blood... I need blood." Not much else was on its' mind.