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Where's your will to be weird?
It took a moment for Archer to process what the man was saying to him. He had caught the imprisonment part, which he oddly saw as opportunity. If his sister was a prisoner as well, he would have the chance to find her. This caused a slight spark in his eye as he stood, glaring at the man threatening him and ordering him around. For now, he would listen, for now he would do as he was told. For the sake of his sister. He made his way over to the vampire, kneeling by his side and giving him an empathetic look. Then, carefully, he helped the vampire sit up, flinging an arm around his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get you out of here," he whispered in the softest of voices, barely audible to his own ears, "I'll get you some blood later, I promise." His lips didn't move as he spoke, and he heaved the vampire up, grunting slightly under his weight. But his help and assistance towards the vampire, although forced upon him, was genuine. He always liked vampires, for reasons he did not know. What made them monsters? What made them worse then the humans who killed those who remained peaceful? How were those men any better?
"I'm sorry I couldn't get you out of here," he whispered in the softest of voices, barely audible to his own ears, "I'll get you some blood later, I promise." His lips didn't move as he spoke, and he heaved the vampire up, grunting slightly under his weight. But his help and assistance towards the vampire, although forced upon him, was genuine. He always liked vampires, for reasons he did not know. What made them monsters? What made them worse then the humans who killed those who remained peaceful? How were those men any better?