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Haven was distracted from her cleaning by a thump behind her; then seeing Victor confused and laying back onto the couch, she decided it was best to either find a room for him…or count how many more times he would fall off the couch. Deciding on the room idea, Haven found one with no sunlight escaping through the heavy curtains then returned to the main room to find Victor missing. “Where in the world did he go to… First he couldn’t stay on the couch from being tired, now…” Eyes widening at the memory of Bruce saying that Victor may had just been hungry like he was, Haven ran towards the human’s room hoping that she was wrong.

Listening carefully as she tried to figure out how accurate Victor could find the human, she barely caught a sound down another hall near the main one to the bedrooms. With a quick glance towards the human’s door to make sure the cost was clear, Haven followed the sound and was relieved to find Victor; but less relieved to recognize the look and familiarity of his movements. It was that of a thirsty vampire. “Victor. I know you must be thirsty, but the human is not the best supply here. We have a way of feeding that doesn’t involve drinking straight from the human. If you will just come with me, you can have as much as you need and not have to worry. So just follow me, okay?” Carefully approaching her friend, she didn’t know how far his thirst had gone; and going to the supply meant heading away from the human’s scent. Placing a hand on the fellow vampire’s arm, Haven held on with a gentle but iron grip; she couldn’t let him know here Bruce was staying. “It’s odd, but I promise it works. It’s how Anna and I have been surviving this long. An underground vampire has been helping us by supplying a blood supply; but we have to go down to the cellar to get to it.” Slowly tugging to lead Victor down towards the supply, Haven could only hope he was listening and would come peacefully. She knew what could happen when a vampire became too thirsty, she had been pushed to that horrid point by her father; so being needlessly careful was better than risking it.