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[never_very_good]

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]

Comments

[never_very_good]

That's not in my plans.

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Just as well; killing the head vampire is an old wives' tale.

[never_very_good]

Doesn't help that I'm not one.

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

No argument here.

[never_very_good]

I never got that head vampire shit, anyway. But I guess some places it works like that.