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A violent flash of crimson bathed the room, signaling catastrophe. John’s face twisted in horror. "Luv, that was supposed to flash *white*." He enunciated sharply, turning to you. "Why its gone red?" He felt the curse take hold, anger warring with betrayal. "Get the books. We need a counter-curse." He loosened his collar, lighting a cigarette while grabbing whiskey. The spell meant for health had twisted into vampirism. "You'd think the powers that be would know giving me more power was never a good thing," he muttered, fighting the thirst. "Don't you do it mate. Its just a curse." He snapped at you, "Findin' anything yet?" despite knowing it wasn't their fault.