Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

Seth heard the voice of the female Vampire in the room with him and her warning still didn't help much, he had already figured out his wounds had yet to heal and in any situation not being able to move made it all the more clear. Now that didn't mean he trusted the woman but whatever her real reason for patching him up, whether it was truly just out of kindness or to get him ready for future torture he did know she was keeping him alive, he was not stupid enough to think otherwise. Upon hearing her name his eyes narrowed though, the small bit of acceptance disappearing instantly and he was convinced her words had been lies. Regardless he was in no position to attack the woman even if she was a VanBuran, though he wished nothing more than to rip one of those bastards into pieces, woman or not. Still he needed to be treated so he took a deep breath and spoke, his voice heavily laden with pain and exhaustion, Go ahead and bandage me then, I will be careful not to ruin your work again... With that he let his head rest for another moment trying to sort everything she had just told him in his head. It was possibly the worst situation he could be in, hurt to the point of being unable to protect himself, in the care of a VanBuran, and worst of all unsure of what was to come. Tell me VanBuran... Why would you help someone your family wants nothing more than to kill? Will they not be mad at your decision or are you only healing me so one of your wretched brothers can have a go at me when I have the strength not to die? The hatred for her family was obvious in his voice and just saying the family name he wanted to spit but he kept himself under control if only to keep himself alive, self-preservation not being greater than his pride but overriding being too idiotic and that included refusing food when he needed it. So without saying anything about it or her remark he reached over and dragged the water over and attempted to drink it, though about a forth of it spilled as he couldn't even sit up to drink it. Even the bit he got was welcomed though, the injured male needing as much as he could get. He sat the cup containing the water down after chugging it down, taking a few deep breaths and finally wetting his mouth again which was nice considering it had been quite dry. He grabbed the porridge next wanting to eat it while it had some sort of heat left and began to eat it, slower than he drank the water but he was quite hungry and his body needed food of some sort. He ate a good bit of it before sitting it back down, although doing so was a bit difficult as his grip was still weak. He took a minute to get his breath again and making sure to swallow it without choking, his laying position making it difficult to drink or eat. After a moment he turned to the VanBuran. His eyes were still narrow and his voice was still a bit angry but he tried to keep calm and not continue eating before allowing her to bandage him up, knowing his hunger and thirst had stopped her from doing what needed to be done for the past few minutes. Unfortunately he wasn't about to thank or ask her kindly so he came off a bit rude, Could you stop the bleeding now... As he waited for her to apply the new bandage he sniffed the air again, the smell of foreign blood fresh in the room and he shook his head a bit thinking it disgusting. It was a rare thing but he had seen the monsters drink portable portions to gain strength in battle. The only thing he could be thankful for was that drinking werewolf blood tasted rancid to them and didn't nourish the body, it stopped them from feasting on his men.