While it was against his nature to give up on anyone or anything, Micah was beginning to think this woman and whatever she wanted regarding alligators were lost causes. He didn't have any information on alligators and he doubted anyone in their right minds really had a guide on how to take care of them. He doubted even the locate pet store had any. Well...maybe some of the books on the care of reptiles would be helpful. Maybe. Except Micah couldn't really go and look that up anymore seeing as he was now a helpless lump on the floor of the store. Maybe if Micah wasn't two months old (vamipirically, that is), the effects of saying the prayer may not have been bad enough to cause him to lose the ability to stand, be coherent, or really any kind of useful. He, at least, still had some strength that allowed him to stay on his knees instead of fall over. The Bibles were suffocating him.
Thud.
And that didn't help. Micah felt another wave of nausea roll over him as the Bible made contact with his skin. It didn't burn (thank goodness) but it did make him want to throw up. Not that vampires threw up, he supposed. Somewhere in the distance, the wicked woman was ordering him to get up but it seemed like she was miles away or underwater. Her voice came to him slow and slurred and he had to fight to not simply pass out on the floor. That'd be too easy. And he supposed he might not wake up again if he did pass out. Somewhere in his mind he knew she knew that he was a vampire. And she probably knew how to dispose of them, too. Not that he really expected her to stake him. In broad daylight. Though basing off her previous and current reactions to him, his angelic blood, and his pathetic self, he wouldn't put it past her. He thought he said "Can't" out loud but even that he wasn't sure of.