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Troy hesitated when Aric requested his sword. Or rather, the sword he had taken from one of the temple worshipers. Did he trust the demon enough for that? No, he really didn't. Demons were heathens, etc, foe of God... "Why do you need it?" He asked, as if he was giving the request some thought, while not having any clue that Aric had an idea of what he planned to do in or around the first town they arrived at.

It was strange, but even though the dark haired demon was a demon, it was very hard for Troy to keep up this mistrusting thing. He honestly didn;t believe he had any malicious intentions towards him, or anyone else, and it was all the worshipers doing that people died. If such a situation had been trusted upon HIM, troy would have probably done the same thing in pretending. They hadn't seemed like a group of people that would listen. After all, they had been worshiping a demon, false god or not.

He held out the hilt of the sword to Aric without much further thought or answer. Why was he trusting him? If the demon wanted him dead, Troy was pretty sure he wouldn't need a sword to kill him. Who was actually the weaker one here? While Troy was only human with flimsy weapons, What was Aric? Demon? Something else? what sort of things could he do that he didnt hint at?

Troy kept his distance, as was requested of him, but he was almost curious to a fault. he stayed silent while the demon said the strange words, words that held no meaning at all to him. In all honesty if sounded like just a blurr of nonsense, but he wouldn't chance saying that. Aric pointed off to the west, and that was the way troy looked in. there didn't seem to be anything over there, but then again, there didn't seem to be anything in the other directions either.

Was that a some sort of location spell? He had heard about them, some of the priests who had special privileges used such spells to find heathen camps, and the like. To find places to send their swords. To send Troy. It was curious, how all of this was turning out. Too curious, but he swallowed his questions for now and stepped carefully over to the demon. "May i have the sword back?" he had to keep reminding himself that this wasn't a bad demon.

Not a bad demon? It was such a strange thought, it went against everything he knew. But Aric he was kind enough... It almost gave him cause to question the teachings of the Cardinals in Rome. Almost. "And i assume that's the way we are going? To a city, i hope." Troy couldn't tell one way from another, and silently hoped that west was not the way to Jerusalem.

(( The poor Goat Dx i was getting all excited about the blood drink and now there's a goat!? that's to easy Dx c'mon, Qui!!! lol ))

A Norse Trading Camp? that was just what Troy needed right now. More heathens. Barbaric ones this time! He'd rather take his chances with Jerusalem. He took the sword back carefully and promptly sheathed it. It seemed like where ever he went in this desert land there would always be at least some for of Heathen sitting around. No wonder teh Lord had sent them here! Well, it wasn't like he had a choice right now, unless he wanted to take off on his own and die sooner or later.What did a crusader know about living in the desert?

He wasn't paying much attention to the demon thing, lost in thought, trying to decide what should be done in this situation. Should he use the boy, or not? It was wrong, of course! It wasn't kind at all. But he was a demon... The sudden shout startled Troy into whirling around, his sword back in hand, ready for an attack. An attack that did not come, there was only something wrong with the demon... Aric dropped to the ground in pain, and Troy was stepping forwards before he knew it. "Whats wrong?" Had the worshipers down in the hole done something to him?

Then Aric started talking. Blood? He needed blood?! Troy knelt beside the demon-vampire, trying to shake him gently out of the pain so he could answer questions. What, after all, did he know about vampires? He glanced over at the goat who was passing by, but didn't see the need to grab it. If this was anything like starvation, then Aric could last longer than this, he was just being a baby. "Come on, snap out of it. You can't drink goats blood." The thought just gave him chills. It reminded him of something satanic he had heard once. "Come on, false god Khaildah demon..." He was going to have to carry him again... Troy was shaking Aric lightly, trying to get him to ignore the pain so they could leave. He didn't quite understand the danger of prodding a hungry vampire, and both his arms were bare, succulent wrists... The goat was still nearby, but on its way away as fast as its little legs could take it.

Troy was not expecting what happened next. It started out as a simple prodding to get the demon up and walking again, before something bad happened, and then he was flat on his back in a split second with the wind knocked out of him. Brown eyes wide, he gasped in surprise as Aric was suddenly on top of him and then his vision went dark with the sudden pain, but he couldn't scream-not that he really wanted to. It was unexplainable. The feeling that coursed through him- He didn't want it to stop!

He grabbed at Aric's shoulders and tried his hardest to push the demon off of him, but his pushes were weak, and started to resemble pulls. He felt Hot, but the night was cool. He grit his teeth to silence any type of sound from escaping from him. And he was seeing things. Visions played across his closed eyelids. Strange things that he knew nothing of. Places and people that he did not know, or did he? the vision played through his head, burned into his memory like it had been his own past. Who.. was that?

And then he was released. Aric backed off leaving Troy laying on his back blinking up at the night sky. His breathing was hard, like he'd just finished sparring. His brown eyes wouldn't focus on anything in particular for a moment, his vision was blurry. Troy barely heard the demon's apology, raising one trembling hand to his neck to touch at the twin wounds. "What...on earth... did you do...?" It was the only thing he could think to ask, or say. he couldn't take his eyes off the sky, the stars were so bright tonight, and he couldn't tel if it was just his blurry mind, or what he actually saw.

Troy rubbed at his face with both hands as Aric yelled up to his heathen gods. He was trying to ground himself, make his vision go back to normal, make the dizziness subside... All things that seemed very difficult to do right now. After a moment, he pushed himself off the ground, to sit up, and ended up back on his back in less than a minute. Oh... that didn't feel so good... "Shut up, shut up! Your wailing is making me sick!" Nonsense, he was already feeling sick before Aric had started yelling. That was it... He felt Woozy, weak, like he had no energy left. He couldn't even sit up right now.

The crusader winced a little, before trying again. This time, he managed to stay sitting, but he leaned forwards a little to balance out his spinning head. So... He was dealing with a Vampire, not a Demon. In some sense he was better of with the Demon... "Tell me... Why you fed off ME, when there was a GOAT not 10FEET AWAY?" Yes, he was mad, who wouldn't have been? He had just spent 10 agonizing, blissful AGONIZING, and DISGUSTING minutes being fed off of by some damn vampire! What if.. What if it was a curse or something? What if this meant that HE would become... something like that?

True, Troy had never done any research on Vampires, or Demons, so for all he knew, he was doomed. With that thought in mind, he dropped back onto his back with a drawn out, whiney moan. "I'm doomed, You've killed me. I'll never survive this now... I'll Never see Elisabetha again... I'm cursed..." Who knew Vampire bites caused depression?

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Troy made a fleeting mockery of the 'reaching' that Aric had said he had done before brutally attacking Feeding off him. "Waving your arms about like an idiot isn't a very good way to communicate. I'm sorry, but it isn't." He wasn't quite oblivious to the Vampires pain, he just didn't exactly care. A human being was worth far more than a demon.. thing. At least in the eyes of God, anyway, and those were the only eyes that mattered.

The brunette sat up quickly, immediately regretting the sudden action, but he stayed sitting up so he could watch the little Vampire. So he wasn't cured? That was some of the best news he had heard since his battalion had started out for Jerusalem. "So i still remain human?" He sighed, muttering a silent prayer to the Lord, who was apparently still watching over him. Then he was quiet for a bit, thinking and thanking. Something was bothering him now that his problems seemed to be all solved. That vision he'd seen while Aric was... Feeding... on him. The idea of being fed on by a vampire was still revolting, despite how it... really felt.

He didn't quite know how to put it into words, but Troy guessed that class and how he worded things wouldn't really matter out here. "I... saw something when you were attacking me. What was that?" Demon propaganda, perhaps? Some type of fleeting pity attempt? That's what he thought anyway. A way to make humans feel like demons and their kin all got the short end of the stick in life.

That might of been what he thought, because that was how he had been taught to think... but really, Troy wouldn't ever say it but he was starting to think that demons weren't really... all that Evil. At least some of them.

If he looked suspicious, he was. Troy frowned as Aric explained exactly what he saw in that little vision, and he hauled himself up into his feet. "Yes, that's exactly what i saw. What is it? Some type of sympathy propaganda to make us real people feel bad for you?" Yes, okay, he sounded like an a*****e, and maybe that wasn't the right thing to say, or the right way to word it, but the words just poured out of his mouth and he had no say against it. In all honesty, besides the whole feeding off him thing, Troy didnt think Aric vampire was such a bad person. At least, that was the feeling he got from him. Everything considered, the Vampire was nicer than a lot of people he knew.