The Floodlands Don't get hot and flustered

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He was not surprised by the man's pleading. He had a chance of leaving, of surviving this encounter unscathed. Perhaps the man thought that he would escape bite free. But fate had turned against him. And in Athan's favor. Athan's heart pounded. He pressed his body harder against his prey, his body burning, strong in his loins, even stronger in his stomach and mouth. No, he rumbled, pressing a hard kiss to the man's neck. No. he said it firmer as his prey tried to bargain. He locked eyes with him. This is fine.

Athan looked down at the ivory man's neck, a decision being made. The promise that he had made — nonlethally — was lost to the wind. He had not been lying. He was a man of his word. But when his body took old of his mind, as it had now, it was hard to keep together his persona of the gentleman vampire, the aristocrat. He had lost one target today already — he would not lose this one. He would take everything from him.

Before his prey could make another move, he struck at the man's neck, his fangs piercing deep. A bloom of blood rushed into his mouth. Athan moaned in delight, his body shivering on top of his prey. With that first taste, he bit deeper, harder, searching for more and finding it deeper in the man's neck.