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The pale man seemed to suddenly come alive again at the gentle touch from Ellie. Sounds came apparent again, and he seemed to just realize where he was. He pulled his hand from his side. Blood covered his palm, and his armor was open there. What had happened? He couldn't remember clearly. It was like this when he grew hungry enough to lose himself to the hunt. His golden eyes shifted as the foggy memories slid back to the front of his mind, like a thick sticky sludge rolling down hill.

"I drained someone.." He muttered, low enough for only Ellie to hear. His words were grave. Usually, when he had control of himself, he would not completely drain a person. Instead, he would render one unconscious and only take a small bit, leaving them there after he was sure they'd be alright and repeat this process until he had his fill. It was time consuming that way, but he did not want to kill anyone. This time, he had.

"I think I had gotten caught.. And I think someone shot at me, and hit me.. Made me slow to move.. Painful as well.." Pain was something Alek hardly mentioned. Even falling from high places, the man never complained. Why should he? He was dead, technically.

He then tensed, feeling the eyes of the priest on him for the first time. "Ellie, I need my cloak.." He murmured. He looked at Talos. "A monster cannot find peace. Even among allies, I cannot allow myself to be at ease." He then turned to dare a glance over his shoulder towards Merrek, his golden hues ablaze. Not all was ever what it seemed, he reminded himself. Even if he knew he was a vampire, inside he tried everything to be the opposite of what people knew of them. Yet, there were some wolves that wore sheep's clothing.