who knew a gift held such a POWER, one that could compel the mightiest of all to knees… when was last he fed, he thought to himself as his body obeyed to the OFFERING. when was last he felt the rush of liquid life as he tore through flesh with a single powerful bite.
DRACULA was perhaps mostly known for his UNMEASURED CHAOS through his need to kill in order to survive. a MONSTER in the eyes of the living. however, these humans killed cattle and poultry. they are what they eat.
A N I M A L S.
the room grew quiet with the absence of speech but VLAD could hear the beat, one he could easily waltz to its slow steady rhythm. helplessly, he took a step forward and then a second soon to be followed with a third at the sound of the pulse, biting the insides of his cheeks to refrain from showing visible desperation.
the vampire reached for KY’LAR almost clawing at the man’s attire as he clung to it. he licked at his lips as he watched the carotid pump with transfixed interest. « —–i always WONDERED what you taste like. bitter? sweet? a mix of both… you never go simple, my dear KY’LAR. » soft spoken words was brought up closer to the demon’s ear, a low whisper through clenched fangs. he smiled then and pressed his nose firmly against the pulsing vein to take in the scent. EXQUISITE was but a shadow to what came next as he latched on KY’LAR’s throat and broke skin with sharp teeth.
he could almost feel the warmth of the drips run down his chin and throat, the first burst, the flow of spewing vital fluid. knees nearly buckling, he held onto the other man, grasp inhumanly strong as a moan escaped his own throat.
the blood was a LUSCIOUS flavor, one he never experienced before. there was something… anger, rage, devotion... he craved MORE and MORE…
the CHOICE was made. there was no BACKING out of it now. ky may not have known EVERYTHING about what he was doing, but he TRUSTED vlad enough to NOT take this for anything more than what it was. it was an OFFERING – one that he’d set his mind on the MOMENT he became comfortable around the vampire.
a RARITY at it’s finest that ky ever let his guard down. even more to the point that if this went DECENTLY, he’d agree to this to happen on a REGULAR basis. not out of a KINDNESS – no, ky was NEVER and would NEVER be kind, but as appreciation of sorts. one, that he’d show as many times as NEEDED. if only due to the fact vlad was one of the few people he TRUSTED above all else.
TRUST that would be proven in the moments to come. SILENCE – pure silence was a rarity. something that OCCURRED on those slight occasions where patience was in order. patience that sometimes WASN’T wanted and yet there was ANTICIPATION for just what vlad would do.
a moment passed, another, and then another. the silence was only BROKEN by the question; what did he taste like? ky DIDN’T know, but he figured they both would find out the moment the the fangs punctured his flesh.
his entire body flinched as vlad latched onto his throat. it only lasted a second, but there was a true amount of PANIC in those first few moments, panic that subsided as he heard the sounds, and feeling the physical contact of vlad CLINGING to him.
it was an UNNERVING feeling that caused him to shift from ABSOLUTE panic to a calm FLOW of ease. an ease that lasted for a good few moments before it once again SHIFTED into something else. it was DISTANCE– not just from the vlad, but from the reality of the situation as he let himself RELAX. he put his absolute trust and unwavering TRUST in the vampire for the time being.
Hellfirebound 