Big fish in a small pond, now small fish in the oceon.

With the realization that the person who turned him was Abel, another wave of bitter chill ran up Joaquin's spine. All Joaquin could do was stare at Abel blankly while his head buzzed.

Now that Joaquin thought about it, Javier was at his wits' end regarding his research. Every subject Javier turned into a vampire would either turn into a mindless monster or have a short lifespan. But when Abel let himself know, things had gone smoothly for Joaquin; from arms to opium to his research. 

Joaquin held his breath as more and more realization struck him like thunder. 

"No..." he took a step back whilst shaking his head. "... no. This is not happening."

Abel snorted, glancing at where Dexter was taking his wife. He kept quiet until they left the chapel with the Reverend to find her a room to rest. When he was certain the noises they would make here wouldn't disturb Aries's rest, Abel slowly set his eyes back to Joaquin.