"Well, no," Jaz laughed a little bit. "They were metaphorical vampires," she pointed out. Though she and Vayl had found ways out of situations worse than that before, she wouldn't say that to Faith. She stepped a bit closer, tilting her head to the side, pushing her hair out of the way and showing Faith the bite marks on her neck. Tiny, raised bumps on her neck, two inches apart so that there was no question as to what they were. "It happened twice. In my world, vampires get really sick if they drink a sick person's blood. Someone sent Vayl a cancer patient's blood and he drank it and was down for a weekend. It took us a long time to get in contact with a new supplier, so for the time being, I let him drink from me," she explained. "It was probably kind of foolish, but I'm not exactly the most logical when it comes to Vayl."
Faith explained about the whole 'Slayer' thing. There were a lot of people here who were 'Chosen Ones' in some manner of speaking, it seemed. Jaz listened to her explanation, nodding in a vague understanding as she listened to her companion. "So you're a slayer, hm? That's pretty awesome," she said with a smirk. Except...she hadn't really gotten to be. "Well, I've got nothing but time, if you want to tell the story," she offered up.