Armand doesn't watch, and scarcely needs to. He can hear it, he can feel it, the vampire consuming the two time Pulitzer winning investigative journalist, who has made his living absorbing and producing. The man on the bathroom ground has a story in him, and he bleeds it out between demanding fangs, monstrous appetite. Yes, this is revenge. This is punishment.
It is. In time. A hundred years from now, maybe less. It hadn't been a lie when he'd said this repulsed him. He had seen it, the way he'd become repulsive in the eye of the man he'd worshiped. The men he has worshiped.
Daniel knows the rules. If he chokes himself on dead blood after all he's heard in the past week, it's his own fault.
no subject
Armand doesn't watch, and scarcely needs to. He can hear it, he can feel it, the vampire consuming the two time Pulitzer winning investigative journalist, who has made his living absorbing and producing. The man on the bathroom ground has a story in him, and he bleeds it out between demanding fangs, monstrous appetite. Yes, this is revenge. This is punishment.
It is. In time. A hundred years from now, maybe less. It hadn't been a lie when he'd said this repulsed him. He had seen it, the way he'd become repulsive in the eye of the man he'd worshiped. The men he has worshiped.
Daniel knows the rules. If he chokes himself on dead blood after all he's heard in the past week, it's his own fault.
Armand leaves before he stays.