"Yes, I know about the slayer thing." Evie replied calmly. The camp she had grown up in had spoken of such a thing, though the girl had always thought it a tall tale. Something made up to give people hope. She had been quite surprised to find not only was the Slayer real, she was a slave to a vampire.
"And being the Slayer is exactly why you can't go around giving your blood like it's nothing." she added. "You may heal faster, but you're blood is more powerful. Thats the last thing that Lucius needs his hands on. I'll figure out how to get myself out of here. But in the meantime, if he's jonesing on your blood he's going to be stronger and if he gets pissed, the pain I get is going to be twenty times worse"