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Diel had laid on the hard floor for the entire day before he could claw his way to a sitting position. Unlike Cainites or Kue-jin, dhamphyrs can not take a severe beating every night and expect to arise the next day as if nothing happened. He looked around him and saw a opulently furnished room with many works of art dating back a few centuries. Whether Diel liked it or not, he was in the prince's mansion. He looked out the window and noticed that the sun was setting, it was way too late to try to make a break for it before his hosts rose for the night.
Diel had strained himself too hard trying look out the window and had to lie back down to keep from passing out again. The door creaked open and a small figure knelt beside Diel and placed a first aid kit down next to her. She was pretty, not the type of pretty that could get someone into a magazine, but she was not too bad to look at either. She placed a small hand onto Diel's chest and felt around until she could feel the scars left from the concert. The soft features in her face contorted to portray a slight frown.
"When are you going to stop this ridiculous religion of yours, Diel? I swear, one of these days you are going to kill yourself. No matter how many people tell you that you are immortal you can still die, remember that.," she lectured to him while getting some bandages from the kit beside her.
"Whatever, Leena."
Diel couldn't quite tell who it was until she spoke. Leena was a part of the Prince's herd, a group of humans who willingly allow vampires to feast on them in return for a chance to become a vampire later. A truly pathetic lot who will cling to anything and anybody with power. Most of the time, members of a herd are just used and then killed. A rare few actually receive the power they are promised. Leena helped the Prince with many of his businesses, well the legitimate ones anyhow. Since Diel was a dhamphyr, he often worked during the daytime. This unfortunately meant that he also worked frequently with Leena. Since Diel was the closest thing to real power within Leena's grasp, she obsequiously followed him. She even thought she was in love with him! Diel had fucked her once or twice, but it didn't get rid of her. She just clung to him all the more.
"I'm serious, look at this," she said while trying to disinfect the gashes along Diel's arms.
"Big deal," Diel said. Leena pressed down on one of the wounds, and in turn Diel let out a small yelp of pain. "Hey! What the fuck is your problem?"
"My problem is that if you don't start taking care of yourself you are never going to live to see a ripe old age."
"My 116th birthday is a few months away, I think that is old enough."
"You just don't care, do you?"
"Care about what?"
"Does it not occur to you that some people may care what happens to you?! Do you ever consider what your actions do to the rest of us?"
"How do my actions affect you, huh? Shit, it's my body, my life. If I fuck it up why should you care?"
"You're hopeless!"
Leena's face turned a reddish hue. In a flash of anger, she threw the first aid kit at Diel and stormed out of the room crying. She slammed the door behind her, allowing a loud banging sound to echo throughout the mansion.
"Women, can't do shit with 'em and it's too much damn work to kill 'em," Diel muttered to himself.
Diel laid back down, and tried to go to sleep. If he could regain enough energy then perhaps he might be able to walk a bit the next day.
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