Darkness. Eternal darkness was all Charles could see. Some time had passed, and while he thought he would get used to it, he still couldn't adapt.
A soft hand gently propped up the back of his head, and a cold iron bowl was brought to his lips. Charles smelled a familiar metallic tang. "What is this medicine?"
"Human blood. It promotes healing."
"Drinking blood can do that?"
"It doesn't work for others, but it works for you."
Hearing this, Charles opened his mouth and drank it all down.
He didn't know if this was a good or bad thing, but his body seemed to be growing more and more like a vampire's due to his overuse of the mirror relic.
If I become a full vampire, will my eyes recover? The absurd thought surfaced in his mind.
As Charles was lost in thought, he felt Linda unwrapping his bandages to change his dressings.
