Thunder Dome At my high school, it felt more to me

PP-ing Vixen because she dead

He was too focused on the throbbing of the woman's neck to notice the small child tucked away in the cave. He lavished his attention on the exposed artery, kissing and sucking gently. She had stiffened, but made no attempt to leave, misinterpreting his intent as many did before their untimely demise. There was a familiar accusing voice that drew away his attention briefly. His head turned to the woman cornered by Bane, one whom he recognized. He flashed a malicious and knowing smile before turning back to the red woman, bestowing one last kiss before his fangs flashed and sunk into her neck.

There was a brief moment when time slowed down for the strigoi as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Athan stepped back, watching the blood spurt in the air and hit his face, leaving a line of red across his pale fur. The woman's eyes with dull, lifeless as stones as she began to collapse, and as her body hit the floor Athan darted forward, mouth stretching over the wound to lap up the slowly ebbing bursts, drinking ravenously with greedy slurps, like that of a nursing child.