"Questions are good, are they not? Knowledge is power or so they say..."
He doesn't wait for a reply, he simply spread his lips and punctures Carlisle's throat. Although he can withstand not feeding for a month it is a hard thing to do and the blood washing over his tongue makes him moan. He sucks hard at the pulse, bringing in large mouthfuls. He presses fingers into the other side of Carlisle's neck, feeling for when the pulse weakens.
He can feel the memories passing through this sacred blood exchange. This time it was of Marius, a man of forty, tall, impeccably kept long blonde hair and dressed all in red velvet. He hisses at Armand who has lash marks all up his thighs.
'There's nothing worse than for a fallen saint to be a horrid devil!' the words rang out harsh and clear in the memory, startling Armand out of his drink.
Armand let Carlisle go in an instant. It had been a long time since he thought of Marius.
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He doesn't wait for a reply, he simply spread his lips and punctures Carlisle's throat. Although he can withstand not feeding for a month it is a hard thing to do and the blood washing over his tongue makes him moan. He sucks hard at the pulse, bringing in large mouthfuls. He presses fingers into the other side of Carlisle's neck, feeling for when the pulse weakens.
He can feel the memories passing through this sacred blood exchange. This time it was of Marius, a man of forty, tall, impeccably kept long blonde hair and dressed all in red velvet. He hisses at Armand who has lash marks all up his thighs.
'There's nothing worse than for a fallen saint to be a horrid devil!' the words rang out harsh and clear in the memory, startling Armand out of his drink.
Armand let Carlisle go in an instant. It had been a long time since he thought of Marius.
Wearily he looks over the clergyman.
"There you have it. Another month complete."