Frostborne

A Contract, Bound in Blood

Waiting on the metal gurney was enough to make her bored. Numb to the drip, and the past pain, she looked to Richard, who was currently looking over some paperwork. "Richard..."

"Yes?" He turned to... look in her direction. Well, as much as a look from him could be worth, with his lack of eyesight, and all.

"Your title... I'm curious... what does a blood minister... do?"

"Ah, yes..." He smiled warmly, "A blood minister is a human dedicated to the ways of blood healing, and understanding its miraculous gifts."

Still, it was treated as holy... why? What caused this crimson liquid, besides its medical use, to be... holy, in the eyes of the public? "I... was the only one healthy enough to make the journey to Yharnam... is it possible to get enough to heal my parents?"

"Ah... of course. While the Church themselves disapprove of such things, I am of the belief that healing should not be restricted. The Mistress would agree with me on that respect. Here..." He showed her the contract to sign. It was a long and drawn out thing. But a quick skim through such legalease demonstrated two simple truths:

That this was safeguarded here, and that this blood should not be taken outside the city.

That this "special blood" was definitely not natural. It had a source, and that source was Yharnam.

After reading it over, he asked the blonde, "Now, any further questions? When you are given the rest, you will fall unconscious..." Biting her lip, there was certainly one that came to mind. Few questions were as important as the one to ask, but any in connection to Yharnam seem to become just as blood crazed as the beasts they preportedly fend off on an almost nightly basis. Locking eyes, her breath hitched, before Alina decided to definitely ask: "What is Paleblood?"

The look he gave back was... curious. "Ah, yes... Paleblood." Instead of finally telling her the information that had been clawing at her mind, an incessant hungry beast wishing for nothing more but to make her rage against these people, he deflected, either through ignorance or something... more. "Well, you've come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery. But... where's an outside like yourself to begin? Easy... with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own... But first, you'll need the contract." He tapped it with his hand, offering a pen. While it was his job to push it, and while Alina certainly didn't Still, there was little choice. She'd have to sign anyways, as she accepted the treatment. So, with a pen offered by the older gentleman, she signed, her letterwork fluid and clear. With the contract sealed and signed, he stated, "Excellent..." Rolling it up, he carefully placed a bit of heated wax... with a seal stamping it. "All signed and sealed." Maneuvering the wheelchair to the desk, he placed it there gingerly, before moving back to her side. Now let us begin the transfusion proper... whatever happens..." He paused, before trying to comfort her, "Think it all a mere bad dream..." As he turned the IV's flow to be even greater than before, the blood's healing finally began to take its toll. Whether due to the Ashen Blood, or the Healing Blood, Alina's eyes grew heavy, and she fell into unconsciousness' tender embrace.

It seemed almost a minute or two before a noise, akin to puddles splashing in the morn after a heavy rain... woke her up. Her eyes opened fast, as if to stab any who would approach, but she found herself... unable to move. Paralyzed, only able to look around, she turned her head, and saw nothing but the wall to her right... but to her left was where the sound came from. Looking... Alina's eyes widened with horror as a large puddle of ground, seemingly from nowhere, was made from pure blood. Eyes searching for anything, she noted that the room was now dark, that Richard was gone, and that there were a distinct lack of options. Still, it could be worse...