never would have thought that becoming a fully
fledged vampire would feel like this -- that the
thirst would suffuse every last fiber of his
being, that it would feel like an animal trying
to tear its way out of his throat. He couldn't
have possibly expected that intensity, that
desperation and aching need... The moment he'd
woken from that deathly slumber, he had thrown
himself at Viktor and the only thing that had
stopped him was the human's lightning fast
reflexes... Florian hadn't been thinking -- he
had been nothing but pure instinct. A ravening
beast striking without forethought... But it was
clear enough that he needed help, that he had no
control over himself at all -- he had almost
killed the person he cared about most in the
world... And that wasn't acceptable.
"Are they too
tight?" Viktor asks softly, looking at
the newly reborn vampire with concern in his
doesn't want to hurt Florian but... he has to
keep him from getting loose. Letting him go at
this moment was far too dangerous. He looks at
the silver chains wrapped around Florian's wrists
and the bright red welts that spring up on the
pale flesh around them.
bites his lip but shakes his head. The chains
hurt, the blessed metal digging into his flesh,
burning him as it does... But bound by those
chains, he can't move, he can't put anyone in
danger. He may not care about anyone but the
human standing over him but... That's who would
be most at risk if he were allowed to run free...
And the pain makes him shiver, sends jolts of
excitement down his spine and causes heat to
flare between his thighs... Even in this changed
state, he can feel his body respond to the
sensations in the way it always had before.
fine..." he whispers, staring up at
beast lodged in the back of his throat is
screaming and desperately trying to claw it's way
free. His eyes drift from holding Viktor's gaze
to focusing on the pulsating artery in his
throat. A groan leaves his lips, his body trying
to push him to reach out, to sink his fangs in
whimpers. "I... I need it..."
Viktor plants a gentle
kiss on Florian's head. "I know, Flor.
It's going to be okay. I'm going to make sure
you get what you need. I promise..."
watches with a mix of horror and anticipation as
Viktor pulls a box cutter from his pocket --
flicking the blade out. It catches the light,
glimmering almost sinisterly and Florian can't
stop himself from protesting when Viktor places
the blade against the flesh of his arm.
"Viktor -- no! I
don't want you to hurt yourself for me
I--" But the vampire's words stop dead
in his throat when the blade bites into
eyes fix on the fresh wound and the glistening
crimson blood that begins to flow from it,
starting as delicate beads before it wells into a
gentle stream. The only thing that exists for him
at this moment is that blood -- the scent of it,
the sight of it as it crawls down Viktor's arm.
His entire body goes rigid and he pulls
desperately against his restraints. He needs it
and he needs it now. A low growl sounds in the
back of his throat.
looks down at him with some concern, slowly
moving his arm into place, close enough that the
blood can flow into the newborn vampire's mouth
with ease but not close enough for him to sink
those fangs into the flesh and for them both to
lose themselves to the carnal bliss of the bite
desperate moan leaves Florian's lips the instant
the first drop hits his tongue and heat flares
between his thighs. His head goes blank and his
entire body feels like it's starting to burn --
even though there's no heat in it. He's never
tasted anything like this. He'd drank blood
before, being half vampire necessitated it but...
It didn't taste like this. This is like the
sweetest of wine, the heat of summer, the essence
of life itself as it flows into his waiting
mouth. Florian whimpers. The drips are coming too
slowly and he desperately needs more.
"Viktor -- please...
I...I need it... I need more..." he
pants, squirming beneath Viktor's weight,
pulling against the restraints. "I need