A clean black Bentley pulled into the driveway of the Blood bank, his former sanctuary when he was blood crazed. Now, he lived with his wife, Nikka on their private island stationed out of Alexandria. He spent most time there when he was not off jet-setting to Moscow, Tokyo or Madrid for more reports. He would personally check out every single one that came through to validate them or not. Most of them have been very helpful and it would not be the end of his job. Draven wanted to have him replaced because of his new position as the Vitae of the Fajra bloodline. They were an elite group that were unlike the rest of the bloodlines, and he had planned to make them the personal security while Ceriro was around. He remembered the same thing had happened to him years ago when he first became the Head of Security.

Walking in the front door without announcment, he walked over to where Vangelo was pacing. He looked like a caged animal getting ready to pounce. God only knew what was running through his mind. "What happened? How can I help?"

"You're--giving her blood?" Dante looked at him with an incredulous look and walked from where he was standing into the room she was in. Interrupting privacy, he stopped them from giving her blood. If it happened, it would make her even more vunerable state then what she was in. He ordered them out as he looked down at his child and kissed her on the forehead.

"E, Im sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I should have been." He whispered. "I will let you get better but you have to listen to me. I am calling in Isa, my sister, she will be able to heal you but you cannot drink blood unless its mine or a purer source such a Dravens. Do you understand?"

"I am here because you are my childe and I let this happen. I should have been there E. I have failed you as a Sire and mentor." Dante pushed back the onyx colored hair from her face as he sighed and brought out his cell phone. Why this had seemed so familiar and when Draven had saved his life, he almost went crazy. Pulling out his cell phone, he rang Draven and his sister for healing. Closing it, he bit into his wrist and held it down for her.

"Drink. This will give you strength."

Posting with Isiris' permission...

She bustled in through the door wearing her evening dress and a loud pair of black stillettos. The demeanor was urgent as she grazed past Vangelo before walking into the other room without evening acknowledging the nurses who made their protest aloud. Shutting the doors behind her, she walked over and looked over the wounds.

"Dante, these are much like yours." His sister noted.

"I know. They used a toxin that almost killed me. Lycanthrope, scorpian and silver nitrate." He said, rubbing his forehead.

"You're blood should be similar now. There is a danger, if I do this, she cannot drink anything but the purest of blood or yours. I suggest you plan on making her a Fajra. By the way, Vangelo can come in."

"She already is. She drank some of my blood." Dante paced the room, growing extensively angered by someone who attacked his blood childe.

"Stand back."

Isiris was also known as Veronica sometimes. She reverted back to her Egyptian name when Camille died. Her mother had passed on her powers to her as she slipped off her coat and revealed the same markings her mother contained. Closing her eyes, she placed her hands onto Ezperanza and started chanting in Egyptian...