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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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[She nods her confirmation] Harry and Lord Rido made sure I wasn't hungry since that didn't really produce good results the first couple of times around. [She tilts her head] I guess in a few minutes I'll find that a lot more gross than I do right now because now it just sounds good.

Mine won't be much like what they gave you. [With a flick of his knife, Frankie's bleeding into the mug, careful not to let any drip outside the container. It's not entirely true. His blood looks and smells and even tastes the same as any human's-- he knows, because he remembers biting Elvis-- but it acts fast, and no sooner had he swallowed than it had started to burn from the inside out, like the sun crashing through his veins and waking up his heart.

After a while he twists his arm, the small cut already starting to clot, so the sluggish blood drips slowly down towards his hand, and offers her the cup.]

Bottoms up.

[She only hesitates a moment then drinks quickly, draining the cup. She's just crossing the room to set the cup back down when it hits--blinding, burning, scalding pain. She drops the glass, curling in on herself and gritting her teeth. Lucy isn't brave though and she's not ashamed to scream so she does, crumbling in on herself.]

[Her reaction isn't exactly unexpected-- some take this better than others, but really, he knows what it's like and no one takes it well. So as soon as she so much as shakes, Frankie crosses to help, grasping her lightly by the shoulders, more offering something to lean on than really holding her because he's always a little tentative, these days. The cup is a casualty he ignores.]

[She appreciates his hands on her shoulders and takes him up on the offer. She leans against him, fists clenched as she waits, letting the blood burn through her. Once it has, she's left breathless and exhausted. It takes her a moment to straighten up and the smile she offers him is weak.]

All better? I mean--I don't feel fangy anymore. Just like I could sleep for a week.

Yup. Can even look in a mirror and see, now.

[He steps away as soon as she's got her bearings, because he hasn't had a chance to clean up and doesn't much want to bleed all over everything. So he busies himself cleaning off and re-bandaging his arm.]

Gotta say, you took all this pretty well.

[Lucy considers his comment then shrugs.]

I'm freaking out on the inside. I'll probably go home and eat enough ice cream to make me sick, put on Steel Magnolias and cry then send everyone inappropriate gifts because that's how I deal with guilt. Freaking out on the outside doesn't really do anything except make everything else worse. Is your arm okay? I can probably get band aids for you if you need them.

Sounds like a plan.

[Hey, there are worse ways to deal. Considering his track record turning people, Frankie's relieved to have someone who won't spend the next decade hating him, or mutilate themselves to mutate the virus until they need to be put down.]

I'm all right-- got a few more stops to make, anyway. I'll head out, if you're okay..?

[Lucy nods at Frankie]

Harry's close. He'll take care of me. Thank you and be careful.

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