All the signs were obvious. Vivian had been called to the Black Lotus often enough to retrieve one of her employed humans, overdosing, that she knew just what to look for. Humans underestimated the sort of strength that the most natural of drugs could have. Not even really a drug, but magic in powder form. They all assumed that it was like cocaine, or heroin even. So many claimed that heroin was the most addictive substance that existed, but Callum was finding out just how wrong that was. The poor thing didn't have the supernatural resistance, to help him keep that desire to use in check. Vivian really ought to have known better, but maybe she had wanted to see what would happen, when a human was allowed to play with the big guns, without instruction, nor supervision. "Your kind really are such simple creatures. Indulgent creatures. So ashamed of your own wants, and desires, that you'll hide them till they kill you. True human nature, was completely ruined by religion, and all it's fucking morals." A pale, slender hand curled in the fabric of his shirt, as she pulled him up from the floor. "Wake up, Cal... Wake up!" She demanded, her hand striking hard across his face. When he did not stir, she released him, allowing him to drop back down to the floor. "For fuck sake... I spent entire too much money on you, to have you die now." There wasn't much that could be done for him. Those local hospitals didn't know how to treat the effects of fae dust, and even if they did, she would have to entrust her weres to take him. Jaida, and she could not leave the house while the sun was up, even if they were able to walk the halls without any harm coming to them. The protection of those enchanted windows would not extended beyond the walls of her home. It couldn't be a complete loss though. Perhaps she could telepathically guide him out of his intoxication. It might be possible, if she'd done so before. Did she really want to risk giving it a try, knowing full well that he might not have time on his side? No. She had invested far too much into him, and there was no way in hell she was throwing away that much money.
Once more, she gained a grip on his lanky frame, managing to pull him over to the cot. "For as thin as you are, dead weight does nothing for you..." Had she not had the superhuman strength, this job would have been impossible. Vivian placed herself down on his bed, resting him back so that his head laid across her lap. "Callum, if you can hear me at all, listen... you are dying, and there is little I can do for you. I could leave you here to die... toss your corpse out with the trash, and focus my frustrations on your brother. Or... I can give you a gift..." Before she could even complete that train of thought, the words froze on her tongue. No, she was not going to turn him, to save his life. It wouldn't truly be a rescue, it would simply be a replacement. It seemed that she would have to watch him die, or... "There is something else I can give you. Something, I've never given another human, because it's dangerous." Offering her blood to this human, could place the both of them at risk. Vivian had heard countless stories about the effects humans felt from it. It gave them a taste of that strength vampires possessed, it was a rush of power, of adrenaline, of fever, and it too could be addictive. Already the young Irish man was proving that he had an addictive personality. This could easily come back to bite her in the ass. "I was younger than you, when I was turned..." She said softly, tilting his head back, and squeezing his face until his mouth sprang open. It was then that to raised her wrist to her lips. For a moment, she hesitated, before sinking her fangs into the Lily white flesh. Breaking it, until the crimson began to drip down her arm. "You must drink now, Callum..." Vivian pressed her ruptured wrist to his mouth, allowing the blood to flood it, as she waited to see if he would respond.