It was amazing what a good meal could do. The people who could get actual nutrients from human food took that for granted.
He flexed the hand not pressed over the boy‘s mouth, where it was closed around Kvothe’s forearm and pinning him tight, digging his fingertips in slightly before relaxing. Each second that ticked by was a distant, vague warning of his limited time--what was more prominent at that moment was the stream of blood and where its limits lay. Fear had its own taste, and it kept Aidou grounded, when he almost, almost wanted to keep going, even though he knew that taking too much blood could mean serious repercussions for the one involved.
Taking too little was a waste, and it’d be all too easy to leave someone with more than just benign symptoms of blood loss. Like death, for example. A quickened pulse was that much more tempting, like it was daring him to take his fill.
The vampire’s eyelashes lowered; he drank until he neared that unspoken line between leaving a human weak and leaving a human in danger, and with a flash of greedy reluctance, slowly pulled his fangs back. He ran his tongue over the marks he’d left when he did so, careful not to let any excess escape. That would… have to be enough. And it would be for one or two days, as he could already feel his belly warming at the fresh blood.
Now that he was fed… he had somewhere else to be, didn’t he?
As though the color was returning to its proper place, the ice he’d used to freeze the cracks of the door vanished with an unnatural speed along with the crimson glow from his eyes, returning them to blue. Granted, the bloodlust was slower to drain away. His instincts were still awake and whispering as he lifted the body in his arms and moved to the closest bed, setting the boy down on his stomach. The flashlight, Aidou grabbed and set aside, out of reach for the few crucial moments it would take the vampire to slip away in the dark. And by the time the boy rolled over to look, it’d be like he’d never been. It felt easier to move in the night, the time where he was most comfortable, when he felt almost normal again. Faster. Better. Full.
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He flexed the hand not pressed over the boy‘s mouth, where it was closed around Kvothe’s forearm and pinning him tight, digging his fingertips in slightly before relaxing. Each second that ticked by was a distant, vague warning of his limited time--what was more prominent at that moment was the stream of blood and where its limits lay. Fear had its own taste, and it kept Aidou grounded, when he almost, almost wanted to keep going, even though he knew that taking too much blood could mean serious repercussions for the one involved.
Taking too little was a waste, and it’d be all too easy to leave someone with more than just benign symptoms of blood loss. Like death, for example. A quickened pulse was that much more tempting, like it was daring him to take his fill.
The vampire’s eyelashes lowered; he drank until he neared that unspoken line between leaving a human weak and leaving a human in danger, and with a flash of greedy reluctance, slowly pulled his fangs back. He ran his tongue over the marks he’d left when he did so, careful not to let any excess escape. That would… have to be enough. And it would be for one or two days, as he could already feel his belly warming at the fresh blood.
Now that he was fed… he had somewhere else to be, didn’t he?
As though the color was returning to its proper place, the ice he’d used to freeze the cracks of the door vanished with an unnatural speed along with the crimson glow from his eyes, returning them to blue. Granted, the bloodlust was slower to drain away. His instincts were still awake and whispering as he lifted the body in his arms and moved to the closest bed, setting the boy down on his stomach. The flashlight, Aidou grabbed and set aside, out of reach for the few crucial moments it would take the vampire to slip away in the dark. And by the time the boy rolled over to look, it’d be like he’d never been. It felt easier to move in the night, the time where he was most comfortable, when he felt almost normal again. Faster. Better. Full.
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