I doubt she'd die that quickly from infections gotten that very night. I'll assume she had previous sufferings from being held prisoner so long. But you know what they say about assuming...

Anyway, yes sad. But good?

Poor Horatio.

Btw, this is AisuYoukai in case you were wondering...

I think I'm waiting for action. I mean, I'm used to too much Buffy/Angel or something... damn those shows. Besides that, I really hate Marla. Then again, you're supposed to hate the **. So, yea... I think the fic is fine, really. Really well written.

Hopefully it'll pick up pace here now though, with the main bad guy out of the closet. *Stabs bad pun*

Anyway, yes, this is where I am right now. Not very far along, I know. But I'll get around to the drabble asap. (Meaning I'll try to read as quick as possible.)

P.S.- Where do you live? Curiosity... plus a faint remembrance of you mentioning Louisanna once in a post or comment or something... feel free to bash me upside the head and not answer. XD

Ok ok ok that was so unfair. You barely give us a taste then you yank it away! Come on and hurry up wtih the next chapter PLEASE!

good ot was really good keep it coming

oh dear what are you up to naw, keep em coming ok?

It's good it's good now where is the rest? :D

oh Lord, poor H, it was so terrible, but I like it, keep it coming

Oh Lord, this is really intyense, and good, I am hooked, hope you upodate really soon,

*winces through chapter, peeking through fingers* Oh...that's just like him, to be half dead and still "let me worry about that."

Oh, I like Horatio in pain. Bit sadistic of me. I have no problem with that. It's just all the descriptions of blood...well, no, not the blood. Even that I'm fine with. It's the specific mention of *closes eyes and forces self to type* veins. (*twitch* ick!). I guess I should have expected that, in a fic involving vampirism, but I can't stand the word, the sight, the thought, anything about the image of those things. Personal quirk. I was hoping to hold out longer, but it's torture for me to read the word itself, and if it gets any worse I may have to bail out.

Liked the last section of this chapter, though. That part's chilling in a much more bearable and intriguing way.

I'm so glad I've been to the French Quarter...makes it very easy to envision how dang spooky it could be at night! Note to self: do not read this story between midnight and dawn.

It was fantastic in it's strange little way pnce again. ~StoyDreamer

Eh...*wince* I like to think I'm not that squeamish where violence is concerned, but between Horatio's dislocated elbow and Don's arm being ripped open, I was cringing.

"Do you have to refer to me like a dog?" This whole pet/dog theme is very interesting. Humility is almost as effective as physical punishment; I imagine he can't stand that feeling of helplessness, and on the one hand I'm cheering on his little acts of defiance (I was definitely waiting for that "shut up"), but on the other hand I'm going, "for goodness sakes, would you be quiet and lay low?!" Bad, evil, crowbar-wielding thug...

Strange, yet unique, yet well lets just that it's good in all kinds of different ways, but i know i'll keep reading.