If he'd be willing to give the Blood a chance, perhaps Carlisle would change his mind, be more willing to see eye-to-eye with the vampire before him; however, with the thundering in his head, Land Beyond Living seemingly all around him, and a vampire trying to force him to drink his blood, all he manages to do is absolutely snap as the droplets hit his face, sliding down his glasses like a crimson rain preceding a storm of sin.

His voice comes out as a roar, almost guttural in the desperation behind it.

Stay away from me!

And as the man tears himself away from the plant behind him and stumbles a few steps away, never turning his back to Armand, the vampire may feel a tugging on his mind, an incredible impulse to leave Carlisle be that he could believe was his very own, if he were easily fooled.