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[tinyvampiregod]

[He's sprawled in Walter's bed, sheets mussed, a book barely dangling from his fingertips, inches away from the floor, pages fanning out around his pale, childish hand. The NV is on the floor, skewed to an angle, capturing both the book and the vampire on the bed in the tangle of sheets, who appears to not realize the device turned on when it hit the floor.]

The disgusting taste of that human food lingers. The desire to consume it was not my own, I'm sure of that. Tch. Even a fledgling knows not to eat human food.

It even overpowers the delicious memory of maiden Hellsing blood and the virile bouquet of my partner's lingering taste.

[He looks directly at the camera and smiles a sharkish smile. Nope. He knew it was on.]

Oops.

[ A shadow tendril clicks it off.]

Comments

[underachiever]

But you know I pour it into a glass, right? No biting.

[tinyvampiregod]

I do not bite- but I prefer to lick from the source.

[underachiever]

That type, huh.

[Like Eric.]

[Private]

[bloodthirsts]

You don't have to feed him, Shika...

[Private]

[underachiever]

It's just blood. Not a big deal.

[Private]

[bloodthirsts]

Master can be, um... difficult.

[Private]

[underachiever]

Difficult how?

[Private]

[bloodthirsts]

[He's a troll, a big giant troll.] He can be a real jerk. I mean, give an inch and he'll take a mile.

[Private]

[underachiever]

Oh, I know.

[Private]

[bloodthirsts]

Um, okay then. I just want to be sure you know how he can be.

[Private]

[underachiever]

Thanks for the warning.

[But he's generous, not naive.]

[Private]

[bloodthirsts]

[She's protective and maybe a bit possessive as well, though she wouldn't say the latter.]

Yeah. Can always threaten him with a Helsing, anyway.

[Private]

[underachiever]

I doubt threats are necessary.

[tinyvampiregod]

Type?

[underachiever]

The fetish type.

[tinyvampiregod]

I have no fetish. I only prefer to drink it warm from the source since I can't bite without turning you into a shambling, half dead minion.

[underachiever]

It's still warm when I pour it straight into a glass. Seras never complains.

[tinyvampiregod]

Warm but without the taste of skin.

[underachiever]

See? Fetishist.

[tinyvampiregod]

[He just looks at you.]

[underachiever]

[He snorts quietly.]

Whatever. If that's how you want it.

[tinyvampiregod]

What I want is to drink it from your still beating heart after ripping it from your chest.

But we can't always get what we want.

[underachiever]

Yeah. Life's so hard.

[tinyvampiregod]

You have no idea.

[underachiever]

So, right now or later?