“Erika, everything checks. How Medea can’t go in the sun, how Aria became half-cat, everything strange that’s been going on, don’t you get it?” I wouldn’t have thought so, but Lisa had swallowed it all as well. Was I really alone or was Jill messing with me?
“Are you really going to make me do this?” I was starting to feel like the bad guy for not enabling Medea, but it was the right thing. “Alright fine. Zelda, do some magic or something only a vampire can do or whatever.”
“I am not a vampire, and I am very glad not to be in the ranks of the undead,” Medea corrected. Right, the Dhampir stuff, “but as you wish. To your disappointment, I am unable to perform any spell…”
“Imagine my surprise,” I rolled my eyes. I was being harsh, but Medea needed harsh to snap out of it.
“…because my expertise does not rely on that particular field; I am an alchemist. If alchemy will not convince you; and you believe my feats of strength to be fraudulent somehow…”
“There were no wires or anything. Come on, Erika! You saw it!” Jill interrupted.
“…then I would suggest you set the conditions for something a Dhampir such as myself should be able to perform. I am but a dabbling alchemist and while I can perform curses should you assist me, I would rather not harm anyone. The nature of my blood is all I have to convince you.”
“Drink blood,” it came to mind quick like that.
“E-excuse me?” said Medea. I had her.
“Drink blood. You said you drank Aria’s; so you’re supposed to be able to do it. Go ahead, drink mine.”
“I… that would very much go against the ‘not harming anyone’ part I proposed,” Medea doubted. I had to keep pressing.
“It’s cool. I’ve donated blood,” I lied; but I totally would. “And Aria, who’s really fucking delicate, could take it, so I should have no prob.”
“It’s…” Medea could not find an answer, how could she? It was time to end it.