She didnt struggle, which wasnt like her, he wanted her to struggle, wanted her to be strong. But she didnt appear to have anything left in her. Then she managed to say water, as well as curse him, and some idiocy about needing the others. *So, water. Where is there water* Evelyn fell limp, her temperature cold, she had a seizure , biting her own tongue.
"Poor Evelyn. Ill get you water." He murmured softly in her ear as his stains grabbed hold and supported her, some of them seeking out the blood, consuming it into more stain. He took hold of her body in both arms, carried her in front of him, streaks of red glow emitting underneath his skin, trying to heat her up again.
It was a strange feeling, trying to preserve someones life instead of taking it. The full amount of his contamination wanted nothing more than to consume her in his arms, but he hadnt had fun yet, and she would be made to have fun with him before anything else. *Water, where is there any water?* He looked around the hallway they had gone through, and the ones intersecting, there didnt seem like any water was nearby, and the cells didnt have water, or he could have taken her to one of them. A weird feeling was growing inside of him, regard for Evelyns life, wanting her to survive, needing her to survive, not to let the music become quiet.
There was a slight trickling sound from one of the walls, his eyes darted there and locked on moisture stuck on the wall. It wasnt cold enough for water to condense, which meant. *Meant that there was water in the wall!* He walked over to it and put Evelyn down on the ground, she looked lifeless, but he could still feel it in her, hanging on for survival. A stain lashed out from both of his arms, ripping into the wall, finding a cold copper-pipe, and tearing it outward. Water burst forth, but the initial pressure gave way to a fine trickle. He sat down on the floor and draped Evelyn in his lap. Scooping up water with his stains, and moved it to Evelyns lips so she could drink it. *His, Evelyn was his. She would survive and he then he could have fun.*
Lonalyre kept uttering those thoughts as mantra, trying to keep his contamination at bay, *He was so hungry, his body a vessel waiting to be filled with life*. Something made noise some corridors away. He couldnt be bothered.