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For the moment, Troy said nothing about the yelling and the raising of his voice. He did, however, look rather thoughtful about Aric's choice of words and what he was saying. Before even thinking about it He looked the demon vampire up and down, a little frown spread across his lips "So you don't look like this by choice? I thought you were just a little odd." He made a little hum sound, and if you listened, you could hear him grinding his teeth. Something he did when he was really thinking about something. Unhealthy, yes, but the sound helped him solve problems.

If what Aric said was true, then vampires and demons where having their way with humans all over the place, for no reason. Where their efforts in vain? They were working for God, but was it enough? Bad things were still happening, all the time, to christian and heathen alike. It was depressing, really. Like nothing they were doing was actually working. Bad things were destined to over run the world? "How often does this happen? Demon attacks like what you experienced? How often do they rape settlements of all things humane? We try to stop it, that's why we took our Oath, but is it even working?"

Troy sat back into the dirt and watched Aric a little. He wasn't a bad demon, at least he really did seem like one... If he wasn't wearing all that gaudy girl stuff, he might actually look attractive, to. What had he lost when the demons took him and ruined everything? A wife? children? All Troy had was Elizabetha, his dog. Demons never went after people who had nothing to lose, did they?

Aric's words actually hurt him. Yes, it was true, a lot of the people in the order had no remorse for heathens and anyone in that classification, but Troy did. He was a higher ranking officer, so he had the power to keep his men in line, and he DID. They didn't like him for it, but he had always respected people, despite what he had to do because of orders. Truly, he thought and believed that he was doing good in the world. He never stole, he never took women without their consent, he never killed... well, yes he did, but who hadn't?

Honestly, Aric had hurt him, and the frown crossing his brow showed that. Troy ran a hand through his dusty brown hair and looked away, he had no reply to give, and he couldn't look at the vampire. It was true, just not for him. Did Aric really think that he could do that? Did everyone think like that? He didn't like it.

Troy snapped his head back towards Aric when he asked the question, brown eyes staring angrily at the vampire. What was the purpose of these questions? Was the stupid demon just trying to make him angry? or get him to fall off the holy path he'd chosen? Whatever it was, it was making Troy rather angry, and he wasn't going to let this topic continue on. "What does it matter to you what i think about this? I am what i am, all strings attached. Hate me for it. It's the life i was born into, and i don't regret anything." He pulled up off the ground and started walking in the direction they had decided to go in earlier. The sooner he got to town, the sooner he could get rid of the damn annoying little vampire.

Troy was finished with talking now. Aric had crossed a line, and whatever niceness the crusader had been thinking had vanished. Filth, all demons and their kin where filth and nothing more. Taking advantage of the things that hurt you, and using them against you to make you doubt yourself. It was all demon conceit and lies.

And the vampire just would not shut up! Troy tried to keep walking, to walk away from the argument because he was done with it, and he didn't want to blow a fuse. He didn't want to start yelling, but there wasn't much choice anymore. He stopped quickly and turned around to face the black haired vampire demon thing with a brown eyed glare and spat to the side. "What do you honestly know?? Don't pool me in with the rest of them, because i'd like to think that i'm not as monstrous as my brothers! Yes, there are to many terrible people finding their way into Gods army, but that isn't my fault! What do you want me to say to you so you'll drop the subject?! I'm sorry?! It doesn't mean anything, wont change anything if i apologies to you for something i had nothing to do with."

And he turned around again, and started trudging his way through the desert, hoping to find some sort of civilization sooner than later. He couldn't handle much more of this nonsense, and the last thing he wanted was to kill the little b*****d before they got to a town Or a camp. Or a well. He could just push Aric into a well and hope it was deep enough to silence his screaming... "Don't talk to me. I want to finish this damned journey in peace."

Troy felt the touch, and had been about to shrug off the demon vampire when he froze in his steps. The demons words echoed in his mind as plain as day, their meaning all to evident. A curse! The bloody demon had cursed him?? As soon as Aric's touch left his arm, Troy spun around, brown eyes wide and accusing as he stared at the demon. Aric was out of immediate reach, and the crusader was too stunned to go after the beast. At first, he couldn't even speak, let alone be angry, but that dull feeling was quick to vanish, and Troy was Quick to anger. "You... You little Heathen! You arrogant, little b*****d!" His arm began to throb, but for the moment he didn't pay any mind to the pain.

The crusader stalked after the demon, his footsteps angry as he went, unable to wrap his mind around being CURSED. Nothing like this had happened to him before. He had never had to worry about such things! And here was this stupid little worm, dancing around like he could do just about anything he wanted, without following the rules!? "Stop. Stop! You remove this curse right this moment, or in the Lords name i'll do more harm to you than you could ever.." He visibly twitched and winced, that bubbling anger slowly subsiding as he grasped desperately to the words he was saying, the pain from his arm jolting through him like lightning. "Ever.. imagine..." as Troys anger died, so did the pain, but after that assault, it was difficult to stay standing on his jelly-like legs. The after shock of the painful promise of the curse kept him wincing, expecting more. "Take it off." It wasn't a demand anymore. It was a plea.

It didn't take long for Troys anger to start bubbling up again when the demon refused to remove the curse. His anger doubled when the demon admitted to not being able to REMOVE the curse, even if he wanted to! As his anger rose, so did the tickling of the curse, and Troy's arm began to throb again. It took a long moment before he had his temper under enough control that the pain ceased, and he could withstand the effort of moving, and he walked after Aric silently.

if he spoke a word right now, it wouldn't be a nice one, and a mean one would only cause him to hurt. The brunette seethed as he moved, kicking at the sand, staring an angry hole in the demons back as he went. His fuze was tiny, and the smallest little thing would set him off at the moment. Quietly, he hoped that the sun rose quickly so that he could watch the vampire burn it the glory of the day. His arm was electrified at that idea, and he bit down hard on his lip to avoid making any sort of pained sound, though he did manage to trip over his feet, catching himself at the last minute to stay standing. Blood dripped from his lip, and the coppery taste was enough to distract Troy enough from thinking up more horrific death scenes that made him hurt.

Slowly, the black mark on his arm had doubled in size.

The shock of hitting the ground almost overwhelmed the shock of being Attacked by the Vampire Demon Thing. Almost. It took a full 30 seconds before Troy could wrap his brain around the situation, and then he started to struggle against Aric, who was holding him down with such an inhuman strength, it was impossible to move. And panic gradually ensued. Even if he couldn't struggle, it didn't mean he couldn't try; and upon spotting those Fangs, his attempt to free himself double.

"Aric, Aric, Get off me. Ari-" He froze, body tensed as soon as the vampire started to move closer and close... Troy stopped breathing in a small hope that it would convince the demon to leave him alone, but there was a slim chance of that. He couldn't tear his eyes off of Aric's fangs, and how close they were to him. The Vampires cold touch, those hungry red eyes, how completely powerless he was at this moment.

"Pater noster, qui es in caelis... Sanctificetur Nomen Tuum..." The prayer came without thought, a tuned reaction to a terrible situation. The words usually calmed him down, but it wasn't happening today. "Adveniat Regnum Tuum... Fiat voluntas Tua... Sicut in caelo, et in terra..." The curse was completely forgotten, There was no pain, no thoughts of malice, just fear. Plain, undiluted fear, and the curse didn't work with such raw emotion.

Aric licked at the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and Troy barely winced. He was in shock at the prospect of death. The idea of being used by an unclean, heathen beast that fed on humanity; Sucked it of will, and life. Troy was terrified.

Unfortunately for Troy, the terror did not linger for very much longer. Aric moved slowly for his neck, and the crusaders nerves where on fire. His prayer had been long forgotten. Every breath the demon took set him on fire, and his mind screamed against the feeling. There was no reason for this sort of reaction, but he couldn't stop it! When Aric's fangs pierced him, Troy's fingers gripped at the sand, desperately grabbing onto the desert for any kind of support it could offer him. His back arched at the intensity of the feeling, the fire coursing through him at the Vampires bite. It was worse this time, compared the the last time Aric had bitten him. This time... This time it was easy to get lost in the intensity of the emotion that came with it. This time, it was easy to feel defiled, but Troy couldn't pretend that he wasn't enjoying it.

No. Troy wasn't enjoying it, everything else was enjoying it. It was impossible to focus on anything but the bite and the feelings that came with it. his vision was blurred, cloudy almost, and the darkness of the night surrounded him like a blanket of intensity. His fingers curled into the sand over and over again, gripping for something that wasn't there, unable to stop himself from wanting more, from needing more.

And before it had even started, Aric released him slowly, and like the snap of a string, Troy was released from the tight grip of whatever had been holding him. The fire running through his veins started to subside at an agonizingly slow pace, and he was having a hard time catching his breath, slowing his heartbeat. The brunettes eyes were wide as the night sky came back into focus, only he wasn't seeing what was in front of him.

There was no explanation for the way he felt right now. It was like a poison, making its way through him, tainting him. He couldn't think straight at all, there was nothing at all that could fill his mind aside from that need to be touched again - but that wasn't a thought that came from him! It couldn't be!

"Wh-What have you... Done to me?"