Morgan uncomfortably shifted his position. His last dose of pain relief had worn off and the pain that had dogged him day and night since his mother's attack was beginning to return. It was dark outside and he could hear the low hum of a television, the sounds on it indistinct but audible. He knew what would be coming soon, the lady with the blue hair bringing him some supper on a tray that she would hand to the guard who sat in the room watching him. The guard would then place it on a small table by the bed, staying always just out of arm's reach. If he made even a minor movement while the woman was in the room or the guard was close by he recognised that the charity bestowed on him could be taken away rapidly and the consequences of which were unknown to him.

Once or twice the man he knew to be the Mayor had come into the room and instead of addressing only the guard like the woman with blue hair did he addressed him directly. Their conversations had been brief and somewhat strained but he had enjoyed the human contact which made a change from the stone like silence that had surrounded him from his guards. As far as he understood it was the Mayor that cooked his meals, generous portions that he had barely been able to finish half of had been piled onto every plate of food brought through to him and the routine each time had been the same. The woman with blue hair bringing in the tray, the guard placing it on the table and when he'd finished it the guard taking it away and handing it to someone outside.

Hearing footsteps approaching he looked at the door which opened and in walked the woman with blue hair, tray in hands. This time however, she brought it straight to him without handing it to the guard first and placed it on the table herself. Keeping his eyes firmly on his guard he watched the man stand as the blue haired woman had walked straight past him. The guard turned to another who had been standing outside the door and was now peering in with an unrecognisable emotion on his face.

Having placed the tray down the blue haired woman turned to the guards and asked one of them to bring her in a chair so that she could sit down. The guard that had been standing outside moved off to do as he had been asked and returned quickly with the chair he had been asked to fetch.

"Thank you," She said as the chair was placed down and she sat upon it. "You can go now,"

Both guards opened their mouths to object as did two others that entered the room from outside having heard the blue haired woman dismiss the others. All four were silenced by a stern look from the woman that showed she would accept no compromise. After a stern warning that if they heard anything untoward they would be straight back in the room, they left and closed the door behind them.

Morgan was aware that his mouth was hanging open at what had just transpired but he couldn't help it. He could see the blue haired woman smiling slightly at his reaction and he wondered what had triggered this sudden show of warmth to him.

Robyn suppressed a cry as LaCroix's fangs penetrated her throat. She could feel him drawing her blood from her, his grip on her tightening as he became enthralled in its taste. Without warning he tore his fangs from her neck before flying backwards from the bed into the corner of the room, sending Robyn crashing to cold hard floor.

LaCroix's breath came in rasps as he slumped into the corner and sank to the floor, what blood remaining in his mouth running down his chin. Robyn's blood had been sweet but as he'd drunk it he'd begun to see memories of her life in his mind and an intense pain like no other he had ever felt had surged through him. She had suffered so much pain and he felt it within every drop of her blood that was running through his body. He was also acutely aware that despite their tenuous connection and the distance between them his children would know exactly what he'd just done. As if in answer to this realisation he felt a vibration on the thread of his connection with Janette and the faintest emotion.

She didn't approve.

Slowly pushing herself up in a sitting position on the floor, Robyn stood unsteadily. Her neck was still burning from where LaCroix's fangs had been torn from it and she could feel faint trickles of blood running down her shoulder. She turned and saw LaCroix watching her from his place in the corner. Walking towards him with a slight limp she knelt down and sat herself in the space between LaCroix's legs and rested her head on his chest. She felt him bend his head down to lick the wounds he'd inflicted on her neck, encouraging them to start healing. Lifting his head slightly he then tucked Robyn's head under his chin and wrapped his arms around her once more.

They remained like this for what felt like hours until Robyn sat up suddenly.

She'd failed to sense the three men that stood outside the room until the door slowly edged open.