Greatwater Lake Interview with the Vampire

His senses are tunneled, singularly focused on the wolf's liquid life pumping into him. He begins to suck, to make up for the steadily slowing pulse. His breathing washes over the bloodbag's neck, gusts of hot breath letting more steam into the air around him, coloring it pale, milky white.

The body drops with what might be considered a sickening thud on the snow. Athanasius' pale body is drenched.

He looks at the small child near him. The boy is not afraid, drawn in by morbid curiosity. Athan's tongue washes over his dripping muzzle, studying the young boy for a moment before a spark of nostalgia flares within him. Do you want a taste?