I was deeply confused when the blonde lieutenant took my hand and guided my thumb to his lips. As he stood there, his wet tongue gliding over my wound, I felt a strange feeling overcome me. It was a feeling of familiarity, but I was certain I did not know who he was. I did not know anything in the Order of Heart's base. I knew no member personally. Apart from his name and position, I could not say that I knew Creed at all because I did not.
The aching in my thumb slowly began to subside. The lieutenant was a vampire, and after witnessing what had happened in the other room with the three heads, he must have decided that he wanted to get a taste of me himself. I did not mind that much because I wanted to get my thumb healed before I would either bleed out or get an infection on the wound.
