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the position I'm in and instead of letting it get the best of me, i do what I do best and I lick diablos hand in hopes of him letting me go but much to my dismay it has the total opposite effect on him, I suddenly feel him bend down to my level and can feel his hot breath brush against my ear as he whispers " if you'd like something to lick i can give you something better then my hand, all you have to do is ask " then I hear him chuckle darkly as he pulls away from my ear, no longer feeling his warm, sweet smelling breath against my neck and ear, that bastard just used my own defense mechanism against me without even knowing it, how dare he!. I am the only one who gets to make proactive, twisted jokes like that, yet he wanted to bi*** me out about being funny during a time like this, but its no big deal if he does it, oh how the tables have turned but not for long, I will get him when he least expects it,I may even make him into zombie fresh fillet for that one. I snap myself out of those thoughts before they become to dark for my liking and I step away from Diablo, as soon as I start to speak he looks at me with a stone face and such seriousness in his eyes basically telling me to shut it without even having to say it, I just shake my head at him and make my way around the corner that we seem to be hiding behind, which in my defense I don't even know how we got hear or when we got here. Everything seems to be such a blur and I can't seem to keep track of anything that is going on, all I know is I need to continue on my mission of trying to save the human race with or without diablos help, I don't really care either way I just know I have a mission ahead of me and I am one stubborn b****. As I round the corner I start to feel the burning in my throat and the ache in my bones telling me I really need to feed or I will do something I'll later regret, which at this point I can't affor