Ahh… His eyes slid closed for one brief moment. Let’s do it.
The circumstances weren’t perfect, but when were they ever in a place where he had to scrabble to retain his dignity? Just because he took what he needed when he needed it didn’t mean he’d be rougher than he had to be--the only thing gained would be a few aches, and the only thing lost would be blood.
If all goes well.
Aidou couldn’t have it go any other way, and when he finally moved, he did so with full concentration. Hesitation would only slow him down now. The vampire sprung forward like a tensed coil being released when he had a clear opening at the other prisoner’s back, moving to strike the pressure point in the neck, light enough not to kill, but hard enough render most people insensible. To feed, he needed to go unseen, and to do that, an unfortunate amount of harm had to come to those he fed from. It was probably the most merciful attack anyone would ever see in Landel’s Institute.
Practically in the same motion, he was ready to carry out what had sort of become a routine. One free hand to catch the flashlight if it dropped from a slack hand or otherwise restrain the body against his chest if the boy happened to struggle. The other would do the same, only it’d be clamped over the mouth to silence noise and tilt the neck at the right angle. The boy’s weight itself would hardly be difficult to handle, and being behind his mark made his position advantageous in that he could quickly sweep them both into one of the rooms and out of the hall, like they’d never been.
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The circumstances weren’t perfect, but when were they ever in a place where he had to scrabble to retain his dignity? Just because he took what he needed when he needed it didn’t mean he’d be rougher than he had to be--the only thing gained would be a few aches, and the only thing lost would be blood.
If all goes well.
Aidou couldn’t have it go any other way, and when he finally moved, he did so with full concentration. Hesitation would only slow him down now. The vampire sprung forward like a tensed coil being released when he had a clear opening at the other prisoner’s back, moving to strike the pressure point in the neck, light enough not to kill, but hard enough render most people insensible. To feed, he needed to go unseen, and to do that, an unfortunate amount of harm had to come to those he fed from. It was probably the most merciful attack anyone would ever see in Landel’s Institute.
Practically in the same motion, he was ready to carry out what had sort of become a routine. One free hand to catch the flashlight if it dropped from a slack hand or otherwise restrain the body against his chest if the boy happened to struggle. The other would do the same, only it’d be clamped over the mouth to silence noise and tilt the neck at the right angle. The boy’s weight itself would hardly be difficult to handle, and being behind his mark made his position advantageous in that he could quickly sweep them both into one of the rooms and out of the hall, like they’d never been.
M39 was empty, he could tell. It’d do.