Barrow Fields Sometimes the unknown is good

She is unaware of his true wants, or else she would not be so calm and pliant under him. He smirks at her compliance, at her naivete. But he would keep his promise and grant her life rather than death. Good girl, He praises her, before his nose combed through her agouti fur. He's gentle with her, his tongue peeking out for brief moments to caress her bared skin.

He is indecisive at first, wondering where best to make his mark without robbing her of the life he swore to keep. He kisses at her neck, but knows that any bite there could drain her too quick and kill her. His mouth moves down to her shoulder, then under her leg, nuzzling it upwards until he finds the soft skin where her leg meets her stomach, and his fangs flash and bury into her. His body is placed over her in an attempt to still any struggles that might come from his bite, but he becomes enraptured by the blood that spurts into his mouth, and any thought of stilling her flees his mind as the crimson liquid fills his brain.