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Sorry dear, I just got home from laptop shopping. Asking questions and explaining answers to my 73 year old grandmother so that she can make an informed choice. My body wants me to nap now, but I'll try and post first. :-)
Yeah, but still... Joseph is not happy. If Alexi were much younger he might have grounded his butt and given him a stern lecture on not endangering his life because he only has one to live. Compared to vampires, humans seem extremely fragile to him.
Even Erik thinks that Alexi was reckless... that's saying something, especially since it's not like they are best buddies or anything.

It will be a few hours before I can post... Nana wants to take me out to breakfast.
I think Joseph has trained his emotions too well to get too terribly angry at Alexi... :-)
Joseph retrieved the cleaning supplies to work on dusting the eastern wing, but just as he reached the area, he received the call from Alexi. For a moment, his heart felt lodged in his throat, for he knew that despite his master's almost jocular tone, he knew that it was a grave emergency. Alexi rarely used the cell phone within the house, and most times when a person says “don't freak out” there is in fact ample reason to freak out. He took two deep breaths to calm himself before dropping the bucket of supplies and sprinting to grab the first aid kit, frantically wondering exactly what had happened.

He got out... it's my fault... how?! Surely Alexi wouldn't have gone close enough without me there. How could he have gotten out of those chains?! Goddammit.

~*~*~

Erik was confused by Alexi's laughter, and for the first time, wondered just how insane this man was, or if he was just going into shock from the loss of blood. The thought of sharing the emotions of someone who seemed so... off-kilter caused him no small amount of trepidation, but he knew that he would risk just about anything to end the subjugation of magicals.

Quite apart from his trepidation, he felt rather inadequate once again, in the idea that he could not accomplish in over two centuries what this human claimed to be able to accomplish in a much shorter time. Compared to Erik, Alexi was a child, appearing only in his early thirties at best, and yet he was confident in promising the one thing the Resistance, tens of thousands strong, had not done. It seemed completely unbelievable.

“I suppose you have a point,” he muttered, watching the human's blood flow down his arm. It had already soaked the entire bandage. “The bleeding is not a problem. It's actually a pretty pleasant smell for me now, akin to smelling your favorite food when you are only a little hungry, rather than starving. I'm … more worried about how much blood you are losing. It's dangerous for a human to lose that much in that short of a time. I wish you would let me help.”

Just as he said that, however, Joseph entered the room, seeming perfectly calm despite the fact that he was terrified for his master and friend, and had just run halfway across the expansive mansion.

“What the he-,” he began, his voice sounding harsh, but he corrected it mid-sentence. “What happened?” he asked again, much more calmly, striding towards Alexi with haste, the proper gauze and bandage already out. The elder vampire had smelled the blood, and easily recognized it as Alexi's, long before he saw it. He began to clean the wound, shooting Erik a dirty look with eyes that flashed a bright red. He saw that the male was tied more securely, and had the smell of blood on him. On the other hand, the wound was clearly made by a blade, not a pair of fangs. Vampire bites did not bleed this much.

“Your crazy master here sliced his own wrist open. It wasn't my fault,” Erik began, trying to defend himself. “He decided to give me untainted blood. It's not my fault that he picked such a stupidly dramatic way to do it.”

“You'll need stitches, or skin sealant glue at the very least. But first I want to get the blood flow down,” he declared, placing a thick piece of gauze over the wound and wrapping it. As he applied pressure with the palm of his hand, he asked again.

“Now, explain, Master Alexi. Is what he's saying true?” he ordered, his voice sounding calm, but there were undertones of anger and chastisement, because he had to admit, the evidence pointed towards Erik's veracity. In a way, his tone was not unlike the voice he had used on Mois and Alexi when they had been children and had gotten into some mischief.
Lol, finish it then so that I can be in on the joke. :-P
Sorry that took so long.... I had to sleep. :-P

They certainly are extremely different. Other than the abuse, Alexi has been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Erik was born a generic factory slave and has spent most of his life living in an underground community in the wilderness, though he has spent some time at other outposts that operate out of the city sewers and abandoned public transportation lines. Apart from that, Erik has killed people. He hates doing it, but he does as part of his "job." I got from one of your last posts that the idea of what Mois and Erik do in this war would make Alexi sick. This merging should be very interesting.
It was the correct answer, and it was something that Erik knew he had not told Alexi, for he hated to admit it even to himself. He was furious with himself for falling for that trap. Worse, he still didn't know that he was the only one who had been captured. But there would be other times to fret about that. For now, he had more pressing problems than his own guilt.

“You're correct, not to put too fine a point on it. But, you know what I find funny? That you would slice yourself open to win my trust more willingly than you would give me a straight answer to a simple question. You still haven't answered what this thing does. And despite that, I think you are sincere, eccentric, possibly mad, but sincere. You are … a very strange human, Alexi Vandros,” Erik sighed. The smell of blood was relatively pleasant now that he was no longer starving, much like how, in a human, the smell of food could be pleasant or maddening, depending on the hunger of the individual. But more importantly, he realized that his captor was losing a lot of blood.

“Perhaps I am even more insane than you, trusting a human who still has me in chains in his room, just because you have promised me the one thing my heart truly desires. However, I will drink it. Make sure that I can see that it is prepared from the exact same vial that you added to yours. And then get someone to properly bandage your wound before you bleed all over your annoyingly opulent room,” Erik decided finally, meeting Alexi's eyes, and unable to hide the touch of fear in his own.
Argh, so tired... sorry about some of the awkward phrasing there. I need to sleep... but I also really want to see what happens.

Sorry to be so... picky. I'm trying to pad the decision to help justify the total change from "I'LL DIE FIRST" to voluntarily doing it, so that he doesn't look so fickle or hypocritical. Hopefully I'm explaining it well enough.
I worry too much. lol. :-)
Erik simply listened carefully, a part of him still unable to believe what he was seeing with his own two eyes, now returned to their former gray hue. In less than half an hour this human had turned from mortal enemy to... well, he did not know what to classify Alexi Vandros now. Insane, surely. But besides that, Erik was not entirely sure if he could trust him. There was still a chance that this was all an elaborate ruse, but something in Erik's gut told him that was not the case. A part of him was still angry that Alexi would not explain the entire plan as well. But as he sat silently for a few minutes, he realized that offering to take the same potion was about as trustworthy an offering as he could imagine.

“I am not a kind man, Alexi. Some call me a soldier, some call me a freedom fighter, but most consider me a murderer and a terrorist. I have no love for slave owners, and I have expressed little besides hatred for you in the three days that I have been here. I would hardly call it low-risk to put your mind at my mercy, if that is truly what you are doing.

Let me verify if that potion is doing what you say. If that potion truly caused you to feel what I do, then you should be able to answer this. You could have said I hated you and that I was angry without that. I have not exactly kept it a secret. But what else do you feel from me? Something that I have not already mentioned, some of which is even more powerful than my hatred of you for kidnapping me.” Erik's calculating gray eyes seemed to bore into Alexi's, trying to find some form of deception. But he could find nothing. Either Alexi Vandros was the most skillful liar on the planet … or perhaps he was in fact telling the truth.

There was another, equally important, point that came to Erik as well. Perhaps if he was wrong about the potion being ineffective on humans, then he was wrong about other points as well.

“Also, you keep talking about how this is a 'pure-form', an original purpose, how this potion won't destroy us. If it doesn't break a person's will, then what does it do after the seven doses?” he finally asked. He had to know everything before he took this plunge. That couldn't possibly be too much to ask, considering it had not been long since he was so resistant to the idea that he would have died first. He had to be absolutely sure this was not a trick... but on the other hand, at some point, some terrifying point, he would have to trust that Alexi was telling the truth. At some point, he would have to take that leap of faith. All he could really do was try and make that leap as short as possible.
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