Moonrose studied Blayne for a minute. "How could you damn her like that?"

Blayne frowned, and shook his head; "She's not damned…"

She cut him off, "We are all damned Bane. It is a fact of our existence. We shouldn't exist but we do, we defy all the laws of nature just by being. Cursed by God. You put her soul in peril by doing what you did."

He hated when she called him that, Bane. It made him feel like he was more of the problem than the solution, "She's not damned. It's not her fault, it's mine, I nipped her, I bear the responsibility of raising her, teaching her, if there's to be someone responsible, it's me not her. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'd like to think that wouldn't cost you your soul. I bear the responsibility of keeping her from becoming a monster."

Moonrose switched tactics, "So then you put yourself in danger of being damned forever for a total stranger? To carry her sins on your soul?"

Blayne was starting to get a headache. This was getting complicated. Moonrose was asking him questions he wasn't prepared to think about, he never gave much thought as to what was after the Final Death. He never considered whether there was a God or Devil. If being a vampire was a good thing or a bad thing. He was raised a catholic, but like a lot of his generation, he had grown away from it. He wasn't one of those people that thought organized religion was bad, it served its purpose for those that needed it. You had a choice to believe or not. He'd find out once he stopped kicking whether there was anything else waiting for him after this. And that was about it. He had enough to deal with in the here and now.