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Isaac took the slap Faye gave him, knowing full well that he had hurt her, but he didn't deserve to tie her down. He just hopes that someday she'll realize this was probably for the best since he'd only prevent her from fully enjoying life. Walking backwards until he hits the wall, he holds his chest in pain. Sliding down until he's sitting he hangs his head in shame for causing her pain, crying while the pain in his chest spreads.

"My, my, you're such a weak thing, letting a mere child get to you like that. Now if only you're suffering would increase, then you'd be all mine." Lilith stands over him, a wicked smirk on her face. His eyes glare red at her as he struggles to stand.

"I have to contact Arden and Alice, I need to see a witch..." Lilith laughs maniacally at him, her smirk having a taunting twitch to it.

"Do you really think a witch can help? You'll be nothing but a thing for them to study." Ignoring her he sends a familiar, having trouble just trying to stand. He stumbles, leaning against the wall as he walks towards the lab to head upstairs, still clutching at his pain filled chest. His breathing becoming labored, and his fangs extending in thirst, a thirst he's never known before.

"What's happening? I feel like I'm withering away..."

"Being drained is more like it." Lilith smiles wickedly at him, obviously finding another emotion she can use to drain him of power. Despair.