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Blutengel:
My Vampire Girlfriend is Super Sweet
Chapter 1 - A pretty Goth Sat Next to Me
I was at my usual spot, a sushi bar on 24th street, when a beautiful goth woman with platinum blonde hair, red eyes, and a short stature sat beside me at the counter and ordered a tokkuri of chilled daiginjo top shelf sake.
She sipped it with a look of bliss on her face. I went back to my crisp citrusy Orion beer and otoro sashimi with fresh yuzukosho. I get it, this place is the best in town, even if its a hidden gem. Ahhh.. I hope she asks me out.... I'm too shy.
She suddenly turned towards me, "Hey, that beer smells really nice. What is it?" I got over the shock quickly enough I suppose and began to explain that it was my favorite draft beer, Orion, from Okinawa. How it's a lager style and brewed specifically to go with fish. We chatted back and forth about booze and the like, but whenever the topic came to food, she steered it back to drinks. I said, "I'm sorry, I keep mentioning food, If you'd like another topic..." She quickly course corrected, realizing my apologetic stance, "Oh no, it's nothing much, I just don't know much about food, since I can only have liquids. It sounds good the way you describe it. Uhm... I suppose I should introduce myself, I'm Amelia Blutengel. How about you sir?"
I shifted a bit uncomfortably at the 'sir'. "Um, nice to meet you miss Blutengel. Um, I'm [boyname]. "Ohhh?" she said, "This may be a tad bit presumptuous of me, but did I detect some hesitation?" Crap, she caught me. Oh well, all good things must come to an end. I stuttered a bit, and said, "Well, yes, because I don't really like my name much. Bit of a harsh reminder that I can't have what I want. Can't be myself when the world is as it is." She smiled slyly. "Well, dear, I think I can help with that." She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I can turn you into a girl if you wanna be a girl. And a hot one too. You'd end up looking similar to your mom actually, but when she was 20." The heck is she saying? I must have had my thoughts written on my face. We sat quietly and finished our drinks. She paid for both of our orders without even asking me. I turned towards her, "Can you really do that?" She said, "Of course, and all I want in return is a friend and a good warm drink." "That's it??" I asked. "That's it." She said.
I followed her out of the shop, after a block, I finally caught up. "So, where are we headed?" I asked. "Somewhere a biiiit more private. That's my house down there, the brownstone with the black curtains. You're gonna be a bit sleepy after the drink, but I have a spare coffin, so no worries." A what now? Oh, she's a goth living in a victorian brownstone and wearing red contact lenses, so i guess that tracks. I felt, I guess, oddly safe doing this super sketchy thing with someone I just met. It was about to get a lot sketchier.
So we get to her house, and she opens the door and invites me in, puts away her things, and takes off her shoes, and I took mine off. And then she shows me to the dining room. It was actually very tastefully decorated and felt lived-in. We sat at the little round table and she said, "Okay, so, turning you into a girl is actually a side effect. It's not the main thing that happens. The main thing is that you turn into a vampire. The thing is, when you turn into a vampire, you end up being a forever young version of the you that is in your head, using the available genetics. Meaning, you wanting to be one and having your mom's genetics and the vampire's genetics to work with end up looking pretty much like your mom, but with blonde hair, and red eyes, and fangs." and she opened her mouth wide for the first time since we'd met and lifted her upper lip to expose her very pointy fangs. She continued, "So, our fangs are like snake fangs, kind of, they are hypodermic, and we inject venom when we bite someone." I stuttered a bit, "V.. Venom? Is it toxic, or like, a mosquito where it just itches real bad?" She chuckled, "No, dear, it's neither of those things. It's a pain reliever and has some other effects that make the experience pleasurable for the one being bitten. Otherwise, we'd starve because our blood partners would avoid us." "Oh" I said, "Can you um, make a little drip out so I can see it?" "Sure", she said. And she pulled up her lip and pressed on the fang and a tiny bit of clear liquid dripped from the tip. "Oh shit, you're really a vampire." "Uh huh. And you followed me all the way to my home. Ordinarily, Vampires would consider that consent to take blood, but I prefer to give people more info. It's my personal habit. So, here's the info. I'm interested in biting you, and having a decent meal out of it. And in exchange, I will give you some of my blood, and let you sleep over. And when you wake up in the morning, you will be a vampire too. You get to be forever 20, and the gender you want. You won't age, or get sick, will be stronger, faster, and be able to see in the dark. The downside, is not being able to eat solid food. It causes nausea. Also, we get gnarly sunburns. You don't have to worry about walking around at night though, because you can kill a polar bear with your bare hands. Oh, and if you get hurt, you heal really fast. Especially if you bite your attacker."
"Hmmm... Okay, let's say I believe you. What about my identity documents and my apartment and stuff? My ID wouldn't match." "Oh, that's no biggie. Here on the west coast, we have the Vampire Bund, the Kyuketsuki Kyoukai, The Rocky Mountain Vampire Alliance, and the Aswangs United Front, so there's several Vampire specific orgs that do stuff like take care of documents, housing, and resources for new vampires."
"Hmmm... Okay. Phew, no pain no gain I guess. Getting bitten with fangs is a little scary though." She smiled softly, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let's go into the parlor." I followed her into the sitting room. She hugged me and sat me down on the edge of the couch. As she leaned down, I could feel her warm breath on my neck, and she bit me. Just above the collarbone. It was a sharp pain, followed by a flowing warmth spreading through my body as the pain ebbed away. She began to suck my blood. It was the most pleasurable thing I'd ever felt. I felt so heavy and warm, and safe, and comfortable, and as she went there was a strong pleasure that sent shockwaves through me, blanking my brain. I lay back and she was laying on top of me, still gently sucking on my wound. She sat up, licking the blood from her lips. "That was delicious dear. Thank you for the warm drink. Here's yours." She bit her own arm, and let it leak into my mouth. I swallowed the warm golden ichor. I reached up, and pulled it closer, lapping it up. It tasted sweet and rich. Overcome with a wave of tiredness, I fell asleep.
Chapter 2 - Good Evening, What's for Breakfast?
I woke up in the late afternoon laying in a coffin with the door propped open… As I licked my lips, I noticed something different. I had… Fangs? Hm. Body check time. I felt myself, up and down. Boobs. I had boobs. I sat up. I felt… light. Light as a feather. But, strong. And, kinda hungry. I decided to get up. I climbed out of the coffin and looked around. I think I must be in an upstairs bedroom of an older house. I tried to remember what I was doing the previous night, and that's when the memories came flooding back. That wasn't a dream! I really got turned into a vampire girl. I spun around, perhaps a bit too fast, and felt a bit faint. Steadying myself on the coffin lid, I made my way out of the bedroom, to the end of the hall and went down a flight of stairs to the main level. I walked back to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat. A slice of cake would be awesome right about now. As I came into the dining room, there she was, with a cup of tea, sitting at the little round table reading a magazine titled GOREVORE, it seemed to be a cooking zine, in a slightly macabre way.
I approached, and she looked up, "Oh, good morning, did you sleep well dear?" she asked. I replied, "Um, yes, but I feel a bit woozy and was wondering if there might be a snack down here..?" She got up and went to the kitchen and I heard her open the fridge, and pour another cup of tea. She returned a moment later with a blood donation bag with a straw in it, and a cup of hot tea with milk and sugar in it. I sat down at the table and she put it in front of me. The blood bag said "O+ (Caucasian Male, Organic Fed)" on it in bold white lettering. She said, "I hope you like European food, I wasn't sure. Naturally, I don't have any food for humans here, but you can't eat human food anymore anyways. Bon Apetit." I looked at it, and decided to start with the tea. It was nearly hot, but very soothing, creamy, and sweet. It reminded me of her Ichor. Welp, if I was able to drink her ichor, I should be able to handle some blood. So I picked it up, put the straw in my mouth, and sucked on it. It was delicious. Like wild boar potroast with chestnuts and brown gravy. I held it away and looked at it. Then tasted it again. Same delicious gourmet flavor. Huh. So when you are geared to eat something, I guess it tastes amazing. Amelia was watching me over the rims of her reading glasses. She said, "You're so fun to watch." I asked "Why is that?" She replied, "You just found out what blood tastes like to a vampire. Your reaction is cute." I finished the bag, and then returned to the tea. I said, "Thank you miss Blutengel, that was delicious. and the tea, it reminds me of how you tasted." She blushed a bit and changed the subject, "So, little miss vampire turnee, what is your new name?" Hmmm… I hadn't thought of that. "I think, I would like to pick something really poetic. But also kinda cute." "Well," she replied, "because I turned you, the surname typically comes from the person whose ichor you drank. So you'd be whatever name you choose, plus Blutengel. It's German, it means Blood Angel. I was turned when I was about 30, when I was in New Amsterdam, a Hessian vampire had come over to escape persecution, and I took on his surname. I had smallpox, and he turned me to save my life. Though I was British myself. I had been traveling to visit relatives in the New Hampshire colony. He was staying at the same inn as our party, and granted me some of his ichor as an act of mercy as I was delirious with fever." "Wow, that's incredible." I replied, "I didn't realize it at first, but you're actually older than me, huh?" "Yes, dear, I'm over 300 years old. I was born in 1724. But, back to the subject at hand. You really must choose a name, because tonight we're going to get you registered with Kyuketsuki Kyoukai, where I'm registered. And get your documents sorted out. I made an appointment last night while you were sleeping." "Why are we going to the Japanese one?" I asked. "Well," she said, "I used to be in the American Vampire Bund, because Hans Blutengel founded it, but after the War of 1812, where he took a cannonball to the face, he was never quite the same after that, and started to really hate humans. And even now, the Bund is kind of militant and vampire supremacist. He did survive the witch hunts and inquisitions though. So, he has his reasons. It seems that was the last straw though." Ah. Vampires really must have complex societies in parallel.
She continued, "The KyuKyo is different. They publish media favorable to vampires for human audiences to help to humanize us and make us relatable to humans. And they encourage ethical blood harvesting and make body mods for humans to kind of look like us so that stigma decreases in society. So, I think it's a much healthier group to be a part of. The Filipino group, Aswangs United, is similar, but instead of trying through public opinion, they support various causes with money, and they do actually make a lot of money with their restaurants and bars that serve humans. I should take you out to the Aswang bar, it has a "party room" where they seat vampires and we have a secret menu. The Adobo ng Dugo is quite good there. It's fresh blood mixed with a sweet and savory sauce made of soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, and spices which is strained and very. mmm, you'll find out. It's pretty tasty." I said, "I think I'd like that very much." I thought for a minute while she was sipping her tea, and said, "I think I'd like my first name to be Emily, and my middle to be Lynne." "Oh, shoot, that cute." she interjected. "But, how about Emiliana Lynne Blutengel for the full name? And you can shorten the first name to Emily as a nickname, since, some day, you're gonna be 1000 years old, and Emily is gonna sound too childish for an eldritch blood sucking monster." "Good point, good point. Okay, I see what you mean. But your name is Amelia." "Yes, well, that was my human name too. My sex didn't change when I turned. It just got better." There was an awkward pause, and then I asked, "Are all vampires this pervy, or is it just you?" She shyly turned and said, "Well, we are all a bit like this, because we often hunt through sex appeal and pheromones, but I'm special… and also a bit gay."
Did.. did she just say she was gay? Wait, she said she wanted a friend. Ohhhh… Maybe she wanted to turn me because… Wait. Can she read my mind? How did she know I wanted to be a girl and how did she know I wanted to talk to her? Ehhhh… "Hey, Emily, since we're done with breakfast, let's go see if anything I have around the house will fit you." I looked up. "Uh, sure, but I might need a shower first." "Oh," she said, "You can smell the garlic and fenugreek you ate a few days ago? You like curry, I'd guess. The fact you can smell that is a good sign. You should have no trouble hunting your own food soon." "Wow" I said, "You can smell that? And Hunting, I don't know, I've never shot a gun before." She looked at me oddly like it had never occurred to her that one might use a gun to hunt. "No, not that kind of hunting, silly girl. What I just did yesterday afternoon, when I walked into the sushi bar and sat next to you. I could smell your feelings, and tell more or less what you were thinking and feeling in real time because of the way you smelled. That, my friend, is how a civilized vampire hunts. I was looking for dinner. You ended up being delicious. No regrets. Five star dining experience. Delivery to my place was speedy. I like to think my blood was a decent tip." "Wait, you hunted me?" "Yep. But you came on your own two feet. I didn't make you follow me home. And I didn't lie to you about what I was offering either." "Okay, that's fair." "You are taking this very well too. Must have really wanted it."
Blutengel:
My Vampire Girlfriend is Super Sweet
Chapter 1 - A pretty Goth Sat Next to Me
I was at my usual spot, a sushi bar on 24th street, when a beautiful goth woman with platinum blonde hair, red eyes, and a short stature sat beside me at the counter and ordered a tokkuri of chilled daiginjo top shelf sake.
She sipped it with a look of bliss on her face. I went back to my crisp citrusy Orion beer and otoro sashimi with fresh yuzukosho. I get it, this place is the best in town, even if its a hidden gem. Ahhh.. I hope she asks me out.... I'm too shy.
She suddenly turned towards me, "Hey, that beer smells really nice. What is it?" I got over the shock quickly enough I suppose and began to explain that it was my favorite draft beer, Orion, from Okinawa. How it's a lager style and brewed specifically to go with fish. We chatted back and forth about booze and the like, but whenever the topic came to food, she steered it back to drinks. I said, "I'm sorry, I keep mentioning food, If you'd like another topic..." She quickly course corrected, realizing my apologetic stance, "Oh no, it's nothing much, I just don't know much about food, since I can only have liquids. It sounds good the way you describe it. Uhm... I suppose I should introduce myself, I'm Amelia Blutengel. How about you sir?"
I shifted a bit uncomfortably at the 'sir'. "Um, nice to meet you miss Blutengel. Um, I'm [boyname]. "Ohhh?" she said, "This may be a tad bit presumptuous of me, but did I detect some hesitation?" Crap, she caught me. Oh well, all good things must come to an end. I stuttered a bit, and said, "Well, yes, because I don't really like my name much. Bit of a harsh reminder that I can't have what I want. Can't be myself when the world is as it is." She smiled slyly. "Well, dear, I think I can help with that." She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I can turn you into a girl if you wanna be a girl. And a hot one too. You'd end up looking similar to your mom actually, but when she was 20." The heck is she saying? I must have had my thoughts written on my face. We sat quietly and finished our drinks. She paid for both of our orders without even asking me. I turned towards her, "Can you really do that?" She said, "Of course, and all I want in return is a friend and a good warm drink." "That's it??" I asked. "That's it." She said.
I followed her out of the shop, after a block, I finally caught up. "So, where are we headed?" I asked. "Somewhere a biiiit more private. That's my house down there, the brownstone with the black curtains. You're gonna be a bit sleepy after the drink, but I have a spare coffin, so no worries." A what now? Oh, she's a goth living in a victorian brownstone and wearing red contact lenses, so i guess that tracks. I felt, I guess, oddly safe doing this super sketchy thing with someone I just met. It was about to get a lot sketchier.
So we get to her house, and she opens the door and invites me in, puts away her things, and takes off her shoes, and I took mine off. And then she shows me to the dining room. It was actually very tastefully decorated and felt lived-in. We sat at the little round table and she said, "Okay, so, turning you into a girl is actually a side effect. It's not the main thing that happens. The main thing is that you turn into a vampire. The thing is, when you turn into a vampire, you end up being a forever young version of the you that is in your head, using the available genetics. Meaning, you wanting to be one and having your mom's genetics and the vampire's genetics to work with end up looking pretty much like your mom, but with blonde hair, and red eyes, and fangs." and she opened her mouth wide for the first time since we'd met and lifted her upper lip to expose her very pointy fangs. She continued, "So, our fangs are like snake fangs, kind of, they are hypodermic, and we inject venom when we bite someone." I stuttered a bit, "V.. Venom? Is it toxic, or like, a mosquito where it just itches real bad?" She chuckled, "No, dear, it's neither of those things. It's a pain reliever and has some other effects that make the experience pleasurable for the one being bitten. Otherwise, we'd starve because our blood partners would avoid us." "Oh" I said, "Can you um, make a little drip out so I can see it?" "Sure", she said. And she pulled up her lip and pressed on the fang and a tiny bit of clear liquid dripped from the tip. "Oh shit, you're really a vampire." "Uh huh. And you followed me all the way to my home. Ordinarily, Vampires would consider that consent to take blood, but I prefer to give people more info. It's my personal habit. So, here's the info. I'm interested in biting you, and having a decent meal out of it. And in exchange, I will give you some of my blood, and let you sleep over. And when you wake up in the morning, you will be a vampire too. You get to be forever 20, and the gender you want. You won't age, or get sick, will be stronger, faster, and be able to see in the dark. The downside, is not being able to eat solid food. It causes nausea. Also, we get gnarly sunburns. You don't have to worry about walking around at night though, because you can kill a polar bear with your bare hands. Oh, and if you get hurt, you heal really fast. Especially if you bite your attacker."
"Hmmm... Okay, let's say I believe you. What about my identity documents and my apartment and stuff? My ID wouldn't match." "Oh, that's no biggie. Here on the west coast, we have the Vampire Bund, the Kyuketsuki Kyoukai, The Rocky Mountain Vampire Alliance, and the Aswangs United Front, so there's several Vampire specific orgs that do stuff like take care of documents, housing, and resources for new vampires."
"Hmmm... Okay. Phew, no pain no gain I guess. Getting bitten with fangs is a little scary though." She smiled softly, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let's go into the parlor." I followed her into the sitting room. She hugged me and sat me down on the edge of the couch. As she leaned down, I could feel her warm breath on my neck, and she bit me. Just above the collarbone. It was a sharp pain, followed by a flowing warmth spreading through my body as the pain ebbed away. She began to suck my blood. It was the most pleasurable thing I'd ever felt. I felt so heavy and warm, and safe, and comfortable, and as she went there was a strong pleasure that sent shockwaves through me, blanking my brain. I lay back and she was laying on top of me, still gently sucking on my wound. She sat up, licking the blood from her lips. "That was delicious dear. Thank you for the warm drink. Here's yours." She bit her own arm, and let it leak into my mouth. I swallowed the warm golden ichor. I reached up, and pulled it closer, lapping it up. It tasted sweet and rich. Overcome with a wave of tiredness, I fell asleep.
Chapter 2 - Good Evening, What's for Breakfast?
I woke up in the late afternoon laying in a coffin with the door propped open… As I licked my lips, I noticed something different. I had… Fangs? Hm. Body check time. I felt myself, up and down. Boobs. I had boobs. I sat up. I felt… light. Light as a feather. But, strong. And, kinda hungry. I decided to get up. I climbed out of the coffin and looked around. I think I must be in an upstairs bedroom of an older house. I tried to remember what I was doing the previous night, and that's when the memories came flooding back. That wasn't a dream! I really got turned into a vampire girl. I spun around, perhaps a bit too fast, and felt a bit faint. Steadying myself on the coffin lid, I made my way out of the bedroom, to the end of the hall and went down a flight of stairs to the main level. I walked back to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat. A slice of cake would be awesome right about now. As I came into the dining room, there she was, with a cup of tea, sitting at the little round table reading a magazine titled GOREVORE, it seemed to be a cooking zine, in a slightly macabre way.
I approached, and she looked up, "Oh, good morning, did you sleep well dear?" she asked. I replied, "Um, yes, but I feel a bit woozy and was wondering if there might be a snack down here..?" She got up and went to the kitchen and I heard her open the fridge, and pour another cup of tea. She returned a moment later with a blood donation bag with a straw in it, and a cup of hot tea with milk and sugar in it. I sat down at the table and she put it in front of me. The blood bag said "O+ (Caucasian Male, Organic Fed)" on it in bold white lettering. She said, "I hope you like European food, I wasn't sure. Naturally, I don't have any food for humans here, but you can't eat human food anymore anyways. Bon Apetit." I looked at it, and decided to start with the tea. It was nearly hot, but very soothing, creamy, and sweet. It reminded me of her Ichor. Welp, if I was able to drink her ichor, I should be able to handle some blood. So I picked it up, put the straw in my mouth, and sucked on it. It was delicious. Like wild boar potroast with chestnuts and brown gravy. I held it away and looked at it. Then tasted it again. Same delicious gourmet flavor. Huh. So when you are geared to eat something, I guess it tastes amazing. Amelia was watching me over the rims of her reading glasses. She said, "You're so fun to watch." I asked "Why is that?" She replied, "You just found out what blood tastes like to a vampire. Your reaction is cute." I finished the bag, and then returned to the tea. I said, "Thank you miss Blutengel, that was delicious. and the tea, it reminds me of how you tasted." She blushed a bit and changed the subject, "So, little miss vampire turnee, what is your new name?" Hmmm… I hadn't thought of that. "I think, I would like to pick something really poetic. But also kinda cute." "Well," she replied, "because I turned you, the surname typically comes from the person whose ichor you drank. So you'd be whatever name you choose, plus Blutengel. It's German, it means Blood Angel. I was turned when I was about 30, when I was in New Amsterdam, a Hessian vampire had come over to escape persecution, and I took on his surname. I had smallpox, and he turned me to save my life. Though I was British myself. I had been traveling to visit relatives in the New Hampshire colony. He was staying at the same inn as our party, and granted me some of his ichor as an act of mercy as I was delirious with fever." "Wow, that's incredible." I replied, "I didn't realize it at first, but you're actually older than me, huh?" "Yes, dear, I'm over 300 years old. I was born in 1724. But, back to the subject at hand. You really must choose a name, because tonight we're going to get you registered with Kyuketsuki Kyoukai, where I'm registered. And get your documents sorted out. I made an appointment last night while you were sleeping." "Why are we going to the Japanese one?" I asked. "Well," she said, "I used to be in the American Vampire Bund, because Hans Blutengel founded it, but after the War of 1812, where he took a cannonball to the face, he was never quite the same after that, and started to really hate humans. And even now, the Bund is kind of militant and vampire supremacist. He did survive the witch hunts and inquisitions though. So, he has his reasons. It seems that was the last straw though." Ah. Vampires really must have complex societies in parallel.
She continued, "The KyuKyo is different. They publish media favorable to vampires for human audiences to help to humanize us and make us relatable to humans. And they encourage ethical blood harvesting and make body mods for humans to kind of look like us so that stigma decreases in society. So, I think it's a much healthier group to be a part of. The Filipino group, Aswangs United, is similar, but instead of trying through public opinion, they support various causes with money, and they do actually make a lot of money with their restaurants and bars that serve humans. I should take you out to the Aswang bar, it has a "party room" where they seat vampires and we have a secret menu. The Adobo ng Dugo is quite good there. It's fresh blood mixed with a sweet and savory sauce made of soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, and spices which is strained and very. mmm, you'll find out. It's pretty tasty." I said, "I think I'd like that very much." I thought for a minute while she was sipping her tea, and said, "I think I'd like my first name to be Emily, and my middle to be Lynne." "Oh, shoot, that cute." she interjected. "But, how about Emiliana Lynne Blutengel for the full name? And you can shorten the first name to Emily as a nickname, since, some day, you're gonna be 1000 years old, and Emily is gonna sound too childish for an eldritch blood sucking monster." "Good point, good point. Okay, I see what you mean. But your name is Amelia." "Yes, well, that was my human name too. My sex didn't change when I turned. It just got better." There was an awkward pause, and then I asked, "Are all vampires this pervy, or is it just you?" She shyly turned and said, "Well, we are all a bit like this, because we often hunt through sex appeal and pheromones, but I'm special… and also a bit gay."
Did.. did she just say she was gay? Wait, she said she wanted a friend. Ohhhh… Maybe she wanted to turn me because… Wait. Can she read my mind? How did she know I wanted to be a girl and how did she know I wanted to talk to her? Ehhhh… "Hey, Emily, since we're done with breakfast, let's go see if anything I have around the house will fit you." I looked up. "Uh, sure, but I might need a shower first." "Oh," she said, "You can smell the garlic and fenugreek you ate a few days ago? You like curry, I'd guess. The fact you can smell that is a good sign. You should have no trouble hunting your own food soon." "Wow" I said, "You can smell that? And Hunting, I don't know, I've never shot a gun before." She looked at me oddly like it had never occurred to her that one might use a gun to hunt. "No, not that kind of hunting, silly girl. What I just did yesterday afternoon, when I walked into the sushi bar and sat next to you. I could smell your feelings, and tell more or less what you were thinking and feeling in real time because of the way you smelled. That, my friend, is how a civilized vampire hunts. I was looking for dinner. You ended up being delicious. No regrets. Five star dining experience. Delivery to my place was speedy. I like to think my blood was a decent tip." "Wait, you hunted me?" "Yep. But you came on your own two feet. I didn't make you follow me home. And I didn't lie to you about what I was offering either." "Okay, that's fair." "You are taking this very well too. Must have really wanted it."