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Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]

The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.

[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.

[ooc; per his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]

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How?

[He doesn't much like Frankie right now, but for Sookie's sake, he's tamping down on it to hear him through. Usually, vampirism isn't something one can just fix.]

Same way I was cured. You one of the infected?

No. A friend of mine, Sookie. Where I'm from, vampirism isn't something that can be cured.

Fuck, I bit Sookie?

Yes, you did. You don't remember?

It's fuzzy. I didn't recognize her at the time, didn't remember, so I guess I didn't make the connection after.

I can fix it, though. I need to see her, and anyone she might have bit.

She's underground, at the Raven. I'll tell her you're on your way.

Right. Thanks. Anything she drank's on me.

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