Thirst

[Annalas]

So vampires couldn't eat? That was news to him, for sure. He filed that back in his mind, waiting for a chance to one day use it. He didn't understand the exact consequences of such a thing yet, but in time, he was sure that he could gather that much information, as well. He was having more luck learning about vampires than finding his brother, honestly.

"Can't you just chew it up and spit it out?" he asked naively, eyes wide and innocent as he pressed for information. He really was interested--he didn't have to act when it came to that.

When it came to vampires themselves, his feelings were relatively mixed. He wanted to hate them for taking his brother away from him. He wanted to…but the more he was around them, the more he wanted them to feed off of him. And this one…he wasn't so bad. There were a few of them that weren't so bad, and he hadn't actually met any that were evil. His own brother had been dating one for years before he had run off and turned, despite how scared he had been the last night Bill had seen him. He had never even come back for any of his things…

Bill raised his eyes to Emil's for the first time in a furtive glance, giving a shy smile. There really wasn't a good way to offer himself, was there? He had practiced in the mirror a few times, but it always sounded to him like he was propositioning them for sex. For the most part, he just stuck around and waited until the vampire got hungry, unless they had made a deal previously. Mostly, he just went with the vampires that made deals, claiming to have information.

"I really thought that was a given," he spoke, his voice suddenly very soft. He wanted it, though, and he hated that he wanted it so much. "You answered me honestly about my brother, it's really the least I could do…"

He didn't really mind talking to Emil, anyway. The vampire was definitely one of the nicest ones he had met so far, and perhaps Emil knew someone who might know, or might remember seeing his brother later.

"I don't do drugs and I haven't drank anything all night and I don't have anything," he quickly explained, since that was the sort of thing most vampires immediately wanted to know.

[skeggsismad]

Emil tipped his head to the side and gave a bit of a shrug.

“Well, I suppose you could, but it’s not quite the same,” He explained. The thought of chewing up a food just to spit it out seemed rather unpleasant and he doubted it would fulfill his craving for peaches. Emil suspected that the desire was much more deeply rooted in his psyche than it seemed; perhaps it wasn’t the fruit he craved at all, but rather, the benefits of being human. His humanity had slipped away in a moment and Emil felt like he’d been chasing down the remains of it for the past hundred years or so.

“Well thank you, pookie! It’s much appreciated!” Emil exclaimed after Bill essentially gave him permission to feed. He adjusted his open-button cotton white shirt for a moment before looking back to the mortal.

“Would you prefer now or later? As well, I must ask, would you be the type that preferences some privacy? It’s all your choice, darling, because I think that as the one being fed from you deserve all of the authority in the matter!”

He didn’t mention the private rooms in the back that they could move to, for he was sure that Bill already knew about their existence. Though he didn’t seem to know everything about vampires he certainly knew enough that Emil thought it was safe to assume he was aware of Risk’s amenities.

[Annalas]

Every time he had been fed from, it had been in one of the private rooms in the back, and Bill didn't really expect that to change. At being given a choice as to when, though, he was left nearly speechless. No one had given him a choice before, or really was this easy-going about it. It was usually more 'don't you think it's time for a bit of privacy?' and away they went. Now, though…what should he say?

If he offered to do it now, he would seem rude, as if he wanted to get it over with--or get on with it, which was really the way he felt. If he postponed it for the sake of manners, though, how would he bring it up again? How would he know if he had gone too long without mentioning it? What if Emil got too hungry and didn't go slow enough and it hurt? Andi had told William that it hurt if the vampire went too fast, though thankfully William had yet to run into that issue.

"Um," he stalled, trying to think of an appropriate response. He looked a bit lost, obviously not knowing what to say or even what he wanted, having never been given the choice before.

"Why don't we go back to one of the private rooms…and whenever you're hungry would be fine, I guess?" he decided, though it was phrased into a question. He didn't want to decide when it happened…he just wanted it to happen.

A part of that mentality was that every time, he expected it to hurt. He knew it wouldn't, but he still expected it. The act, knowing that the other was drinking his blood completely disgusted him…but once it was happening, he knew he would love every minute of it. It was sickening, how much he loved that feeling.

[skeggsismad]

Emil’s eyebrows crunched together as he watched the boy struggle with his words. He seemed a bit…displaced, didn’t he? Bill had informed him just a few moments ago that he wasn’t taking any drugs nor had he had anything to drink. Emil could certainly vouch for that, for he didn’t smell of any substances or alcohol.

Oh, the boy must have a bad case of nerves.

The thought made Emil feel a bit bad. Typically Emil dealt with the more vocal, outspoken type of groupies. He would be extra careful with this shier young lad just to be sure he didn’t overstep his boundaries and force Bill into something he didn’t want to do. Too, he decided he ought to step up his friendliness. Perhaps Bill was only nervous because he’d encountered a certain type of vampire and assumed Emil would turn out to be the same.

“Excellent, that’s wonderful, pumpkin! Oh, you don’t have to be hesitant around me! You just make a decision and assert it. I don’t mind at all,”  Emil spoke and gave Bill a firm pat on the shoulder.

He stood, rolling his hand out towards Bill as on offering so he could help pull him off the couch. Once the grip was accepted, Emil didn’t plan to let go. He rather liked holding hands. 

“Mmm, we best go now and find a room before all the best ones are taken!”

[Annalas]

Pookie. Pumpkin. Darling. It did indeed seem to be his way of speaking to use pet names with everyone, or at least with humans. He really didn't mind, to be honest…it made him feel good inside, though he would never say anything, nor would he be able to put the feelings he got from it into words. The word 'adored' came to mind, though. He felt adored when Emil called him pookie or pumpkin or whatever, as if Emil wanted him around. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. The feeling adored thing, that is.

"Okay," he smiled, taking the other's hand without hesitance. Now that they were actually in the process of going to the private room, he thought that they should go ahead and get on with it.

The problem was, vampires had taken his brother away from him, from what Bill knew, unwillingly. He knew his brother's boyfriend--had known him for years, the entire time his brother had been dating him--but to find out that he had kidnapped Thomas and turned him…

That was why he was supposed to hate vampires. But the more he searched for his brother and ran into them…well, there were a few bad eggs, of course, but all in all the ones he had run into seemed pretty decent. He hadn't been slammed against the wall and force-fed from, though a few had seemed like the type that would if he refused them. And then the actual feeding part really wasn't that bad, either.

And now there was Emil, whose company Bill was finding he didn't mind at all. He really couldn't speak as to the feeding experience just yet, but so far, he really didn't mind Emil. He had been courteous the entire time, which was rather new for Bill.

That was one thing that he had considered, at first. Find himself a vampire and convince said vampire to turn him. But he didn't want to be a vampire. The mere thought of drinking blood himself made him ill, however, and he most certainly didn't want to become the same kind of monster that took his brother away. Maybe in a few years, if he couldn't find his brother, then he would revisit the possibility, if only to extend his life more. For now, though…for now he wanted his brother, and he wanted to stay human.

Bill was led back to the hallway full of rooms, some with doors open, some with doors closed. The Gothic and French Renaissance rooms--the only two that he was familiar with--were taken tonight. There were only five doors open, and Bill hadn't the slightest clue which one to pick. He bit his lip, regarding the open doors as if whichever one he picked might lead to a life-or-death situation. He glanced back at Emil again.

"Do you like the beach?" he asked, pointing to the Tropicana room. He had personally never been in the room, but there was a bit of sand by the open doorway, so it looked nice. "We could go to another room, I mean, I really don't care…"

He was still holding hands with the vampire, the though never even crossing his mind to let go. Physical contact…maybe that was what he craved, more than the feeding itself…just the feeling of being held close by someone once again, the feeling of letting go. His brother used to hold him on bad days for hours on end, until Bill felt better. Thomas was gone, though, and had been gone for a year…this was really the only way he had found to fill the gap.

Yes, he craved the physical contact, not the feeding itself. That was what it was. Somehow, that made his craving totally okay. It was amazing what perspective could do.

[skeggsismad]

Oh, the club was buzzing tonight! It was difficult, standing at the end of the hall and scanning the occupied rooms, to know which one to pick. He was stroking the underside of his chin with his free hand when the mortal offered his two cents. Emil turned towards Bill with a melodramatic expression of glee, the sort that one person he’d known had once cited as deadly happy.

“I love the beach! I absolutely adore them, I didn’t get to see much of them when I was mortal because I lived in the cold climates for most of my life and when I was in warmer places I was land locked and it was rather terrible. Oh, I’ve been to beaches now but I gather it isn’t the same- for the thing that’s most precious about a day out on the beach is a sun tan and I don’t believe attempting to get one would be wise on me!”

He prattled on for a moment and then caught himself, shaking his head.

“Do excuse my constant chatter. I go on and on, I’m afraid I’ve always been of that temperament! But enough of that- we’d better take the room before someone beats us to it!” He gently led the young man by the hand towards the room, closing the door behind them once they were both inside.

“Lamar will never forgive me for bringing sand home in my clothes, but I think there’s no point in life if you don’t live it up! A bit of gritty bits of sand never hurt anyone,” He spoke as he sat down in one of the bamboo chair which was much like a couch with room for two.

“Now, if you don’t mind me breaching the topic again…say again, what is all of this about your brother?” He said with a concerned expression on his face.

“Did he disappear? Of course you needn’t explain if you don’t wish to talk about it, but I feel awfully bad that something happened to your sibling of all things! No doubt you must be devastated. I’ve not seen anyone around like that before, but that certainly doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be interested in keeping an eye out for him,”

He could do much more than keep an eye out for Thomas, too, if Bill turned out to be somebody that Emil liked. He wasn’t offering the best of the best quite yet; it was simply a preview.

[Annalas]

Emil did like to let his words run away with him, Bill had noticed. He didn't mind a bit. He used to be like that, with his brother and his friends. They were all gone now, though. He didn't have time for friends when he was looking for his brother. It may have been a lonely way to look at things, but when you simply didn't call your friends and they simply didn't call you…then what friendship was there, honestly? Even Andi, he wouldn't consider his friend, though they had briefly had relations. He was too spontaneous, took too many risks for Bill to be able to count on him. It was nice to find someone else who ran away with his words.

Ugh, there he was, actually liking Emil's company again. He was a vampire, one of the ones that had taken his brother. And yet…he acted human almost, as he chattered away and held Bill's hand as if they were friends and had been friends forever. He once again felt adored, as if Emil actually wanted to talk to him and hold a conversation instead of the usual 'sit there, be quiet, and let me drain you of your lifeblood' that he usually got. So many vampires seemed to view Bill as little more than food…it was nice to have one act so human. Bill once again wondered how old he was, to not have lost his humanity. He knew better than to ask.

"Lamar? Is that your roommate?" he asked, thinking that Lamar obviously was, or else he was a lover of the vampire's. Did vampires even have lovers? Did they have sex? He didn't know.

"It's okay, really…I've only been to the beach once, when Thomas and I were kids…I don't remember it that well, except that I left the sea shells in the hotel room and never got to take them home," he explained, stepping into the room behind the vampire.

He followed Emil over to the bamboo chair, sitting down beside him, closer than he had been downstairs. Their hands were still linked, and Bill knew that soon, more than that would be, too. He was simply waiting for Emil to lean over and--

The vampire had another surprise in store for Bill, though. Instead of leaning over to immediately feed, he asked about Bill's brother. While the boy had been fairly sure that the topic was closed for discussion after Emil said he didn't know anything, he had never expected the vampire to re-open it of his own free will. Most went on their way after saying they had no information…this actual offer of helping Bill was completely and utterly unexpected.

"Oh," Bill uttered, taken by surprise at the sudden change of topic. Suddenly he smiled, a soft yet hopeful one as he squeezed Emil's hand gently. He couldn't believe his luck, if this vampire was actually willing to keep an eye out for him. It never occurred to him that the vampire might only be trying to make sure he had nothing to lose before taking his life, though that might have crossed another human's mind.

"Yes…Thomas is about a year older than me, and we're really close. One day he came home raving about vampires being real and how his boyfriend was one of them and…" he bit his lip, unable even now to believe his own stupidity. They should have run that night, like Thomas wanted. They should have run away and escaped.

"I didn't believe him. Told him to stay the night, and when I woke up, he was gone. I've been looking for him ever since, but all I know is that he's been here before and that he's a fledgling…his boyfriend turned him. He never even came back for his things."

He tried to keep his emotions at bay, he truly did…but telling the story caused him to choke up every time. What vampire wanted a sobbing mess as their dinner, anyway? He had to be strong, had to hold back his tears for Emil's sake. He didn't want to make the vampire uncomfortable or sorry he asked in the slightest. Why hadn't Bill believed his brother, the one time it mattered?

[skeggsismad]

Roommate was a rather loose way of stating his relationship with Lamar, but Emil gave a nod.

“We live together, most of time. Sometimes he escapes me and I don’t know where he’s gone for weeks. He’s quite the bugger!” Yes, that earth nymph had a bit of a wandering nature. He was never in the same place for too long and there had been times where Emil had been out and about with the young man only to turn around and find him gone. How he vanished so quickly, Emil never did figure out.

He listened in appreciation as Bill told him about an adventure he’d had with his brother before he vanished. It was quite cute to imagine a couple of kids on a beach, excited at having found one of the ocean’s treasures only to forget about them later and have no keepsake to remember the trip by. It was evident by the way Bill spoke of the memory, however, that it was so fond a souvenir would have been redundant. It was the mistakes that made life memorable, after all.

The story about how Bill had learned about vampires sounded rather typical. Emil knew of plenty of vampires that found young attractive humans to seduce and turn before they became unappealing. He’d never been the type to seek them out, but many did. The vampire’s features softened as he listened, pangs of sympathy rippling through him.  Bill sounded like he’d been close to his brother. Emil had never had a sibling so he didn’t understand fully what the bonds of growing up together was like, but from what he understood it was unlike anything else, unique and powerful if it happened to be a positive relationship.

He tugged his hand away from Bill’s and ran it on the side of the mortal’s face with the tenderness of a mother.

“Oooh, honey,” He said in a low tone. “I can’t imagine how something like that would feel. I was an only child growing up and it sounds like you were rather close with your brother. And you’re still looking for him! Bless his lucky stars, Thomas is lucky to have such a steadfast brother!”

His words were intended to shift the mood a bit; for he wanted to be sympathetic but at the same time his desire wasn’t to damper the mood. Not even Bill, he imagined, would want to be in the presence of a sulking vampire who was mourning a loss that wasn’t even his to begin with!

At last, his hand dropped from Bill’s face, administering a weary smile.
“I’m sure there’s still hope to finding him, sweetheart. Sometimes there’s reasons why newly born vampires can’t speak to people they knew before, oh, they’re all complicated reasons that you shouldn’t worry yourself about. Mayhaps your brother is keeping away for your own protection. I know it sounds absolutely silly, but sometimes it’s the case in our world,”

[Annalas]

Bill tried to smile a little at the comment about Emil's roommate, though the fact was he could care less about the roommate, who was no doubt a vampire as well. Bill didn't know of any other species besides vampires and humans, and he doubted Emil would live with a human, as much as he still had his humanity.

When Emil removed his hand, a small quail moved through Bill's heart, thinking that the squeeze had been too much. He had gotten far too familiar, far too quickly, to the first vampire that had shown the smallest amount of interest in his search.

His doubts soon slid away, however, at the slight caress, his eyes slipping closed for a moment as he leaned into it. It had been so long since he had had any physical affection of this sort that he was completely starved for it. After the mother had died, Thomas had been the one to take care of Bill, to touch him like this. Their good-for-nothing father certainly didn't, nor did he act like a father to them at all.

The irony, he thought to himself, of being soothed by a vampire for losing his brother to another vampire. Still…it was so, so nice to be soothed and caressed by another being, even another vampire. He expected Emil to take a bite any moment, to be honest, having already lulled Bill into submission.

To his surprise, though, Emil retracted his hand, Bill's eyes opening to look at him in confusion. That had been the vampire's perfect chance! Why hadn't he…? And then Emil spoke again, causing a small, tender smile to alight on his face.

"I just don't understand…I guess I don't know enough about vampires. He could have called or left a note or…or something. I thought he was dead for the longest time, and even now…how long does it take until he can come back? I don't have anyone else, I need my brother."

Poor Bill was falling apart at the seams, and anyone could see that from the way he spoke, the way he almost seemed defeated, except for that tiny spark of hope of finding his brother. The main problem was that he had no closure. He had not seen his brother since that night and still blamed himself for his brother's disappearance. Should his brother turn up dead, perhaps he could work through his own guilt. No, it was the fact that his brother was still alive, now one of them, and giving Bill the cold shoulder that hurt the most. It was a painful reminder of Bill's betrayal in not believing his older brother the one time it mattered. A reminder that it was all his fault…everything was his fault, in the end.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, trying his best to buck up and not break down. "I'm sure you don't want a sloppy mess for a meal. I didn't mean to…"

He trailed off, reaching up to wipe his damp eyes before tears could actually fall. He certainly hadn't expected a vampire to be so understanding, or to actually try to help him find his brother. He was probably killing the poor vampire's appetite with his misery.

"It's really nice of you to keep an eye out," he ended lamely, wishing he could truly express how much that meant to him. From his experience, though, vampires weren't the touchy feely type, and he had a feeling that even Emil would object if he suddenly started clinging too much.

[skeggsismad]

“Mmm,” Emil responded to indicate he was being attentive to Bill’s words. It was understandable that Bill was upset that his brother had left so abruptly with no explanation, never to return again. Even more disheartening was the fact that for some reason or another Bill was certain that his brother was still lurking around. Emil could easily see why actions might be misconstrued as his brother wanting to avoid him, perhaps.

The more the young man talked about it the less in control he was. Part of Emil felt like correcting him. Even if he was fine with humans acting this way in front of him, he didn’t want Bill to misunderstand and think this sort of thing was alright with all vampires. However, when Bill concluded with an apology and his most sincere efforts to stop the crying, Emil let his desire to restraint the human wane.

“Come here, sweetie,” He spoke, pulling the boy in towards his chest and enveloping his arms around the young man in a tight (but not too tight) embrace. He rubbed up and down the boy’s back soothingly, making sure that his face was nowhere near the boy’s neck so that he wouldn’t feel tense. Sometimes a hug was just a hug and he didn’t ever want someone to think he’d bite them when they were most off guard.

“Darling, it’s alright to be genuine around me.” He whispered, taking a deep breath in and out. Breathing was unnecessary, but he’d made a habit out of breathing anyhow. It made him seem much more human, and in this case, breathing in deeply might subconsciously encourage Bill to do the same. He wanted the young man to feel calm and safe around him.

He held the hug for a few moments, saying nothing at all.

After a while he pulled back.

“And I don’t think of you as a meal, Bill. I think of you as someone who is doing me a great favor and I thank you for that. How this works now, is up to you. Some just like being fed from and then we part ways. But perhaps you’re not like that. I do enjoy company and making new friends.”

Now it was time to get down to business. Although he never let himself get to the point of true hunger, he certainly would need to feed at least once tonight if he wanted to keep it that way.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

[Annalas]

He would not sob on a vampire. He would not sob on a vampire. The mantra traveled through his head as he was enveloped in a warm hug, exactly the kind he needed. Bill’s hand curled into Emil’s shirt without a second thought, immediately taking comfort in the gesture. No one had bothered to hold him after his brother disappeared—that was Thomas’s job. No one wanted to listen to him whine and cry about someone who wasn’t even dead, most especially the kind of people his brother used to hang out with, and asking a vampire was a huge no-no.

With Emil, though, he hadn’t needed to ask. He was able to just cling, feeling the vampire breathe slowly. Did vampires need to breathe? He had never really thought about it before. Still, it was a calming gesture, something that helped Bill cope with the loss more than anything else in the past year.

There was no heartbeat, he realized after a moment in the embrace, his face buried in the vampire’s shoulder still. He was close enough that he should be able to hear one, but he didn’t. Did they not have heartbeats, either? He listened again for what wasn’t there, wishing more than anything that it was his brother here instead of a vampire that still held pity in his heart for a poor boy. Still, it was better than nothing, and he truly did appreciate what Emil was doing.

All too soon, the vampire pulled away, Bill doing the same. He wiped at his eyes, doing his best to make sure his makeup hadn’t run with the tears. He seemed to be okay, though, and thankfully none had gotten on Emil’s white shirt, either. At least he had the money for the good kind, he thought to himself.

“Thank you,” he whispered gratefully, sniffling a little. He was so much calmer now, more at peace. He wouldn’t dare go out on a limb and say ‘happy’, but he was by far in a lot better shape than he had been moments before.

“You’re doing me a greater favor than you know, just by looking for him,” he returned, smiling sadly. “This is the least I could do, honestly. Thank you so much.”

Perhaps he was being a little too grateful for the simple gesture and the offer to keep an eye out, but it was far more than he had gotten from anyone else. He wouldn’t say he had gotten further in his search for his brother tonight, but he had gotten a little more closure than he had previously. Or at least…comfort. He had gotten more comfort than anything else. He had needed it, too.

“It’s up to you,” he answered the vampire, biting his lip again as he considered. Never before had he been given the option to stay and chat. Then again, he never wanted to before, either. “I really do enjoy talking to you, though.”

Bill scooted closer to Emil, giving a small nod to show that he was ready. Reaching up, he moved his spiked hair to the side, revealing his slender neck to the other. It was still faintly bruised from the last time he had come here, earlier in the week. Most vampires didn’t mind, but then again Emil wasn’t most vampires, either, as he had shown before. He wouldn’t refuse a free meal, though, would he, based simply on the fact that William had given out his blood before?

This certainly wasn’t the first time William had acquainted feeding and sex in his mind, though he knew that the two were vastly different. Still, he was giving a part of himself to every one that fed from him, so shouldn’t he treasure his body’s most precious resource? He was still relatively new at feeding vampires and being a ‘groupie’, as others would call him, and he was still far too modest to be a very good one. He was ashamed to have what looked like a hickey on his neck, and while he covered it with makeup during the day, he knew better than to taint the taste of his own skin when he came here. 

“I’m ready,” he clarified softly.

[skeggsismad]

Emil ran his hand against the young man’s cervical curve. He always started off with an innocent touch beforehand, just so that the mortal could brace themselves for what would happen next. Typically the piercing of the fangs carried a bit of a sting and he didn’t want it to be a sudden shock.

“Alright, pookie. Here we go,”

He leaned in, the smell of his cologne clinging near the boy’s nostrils. Opening his mouth, Emil flicked his tongue over a patch of flesh nearby the bruise. In order to avoid inflicting further injury on an already stressed area, he decided to sink his fangs into an unmarred patch of skin.  As he did so he wrapped an arm around the back of Bill, resting his hand on the other side of the boy’s shoulder in order to steady him. The gesture was simply a precaution; some humans could get squeamish during the feeding process and it was better to steady them than allow them to thrash around and make the puncture wounds wider and deeper.

Blood flowed into him. Bill hadn’t been lying about being clean; his blood was pure and delectable. Unlike many others, Emil was generally composed while feeding from a mortal. He didn’t attempt to grope the mortal or engage in any sexual feelings. Surely he knew that feeding was inherently sexual for the mortal receiving it, but he almost felt it was taking advantage of the human if he were to encourage it while their sense were diluted in a lull of lust.

[Annalas]

Had he already mentioned how much he loved being called by a pet name? Probably. A soft smile lit his face at the endearment, his eyes shifting closed at the small touch to his neck. Emil smelled good, he thought in surprise as he curled his hand into the vampire's shirt. Like mint and orange, and perhaps a little something else. It was doubtless some sort of expensive cologne, but one that complimented the vampire oh so well.

His lips parted slightly as the fangs punctured his skin, the sharp pain of the initial bite fading away quickly as Emil wrapped an arm around him, holding him up. There it was again, that physical contact that he so craved. Unlike the bite, the hold in and of itself wasn't sexual, something that disappointed Bill at first. Later, though, when he came to his senses fully, he would no doubt be much more at ease around Emil, instead of shy and trying to reclaim any modesty he had lost. One thing he had learned was that it was very, very easy to feel taken advantage of when all was said and done. But hey, anything to find his brother, right?

Bill tilted his head slightly, moving closer to Emil as best he could, which wasn't much considering how his body didn't seemed very inclined to move at the moment. It was perfectly happy were it was, held and being fed from and being aroused from said feeding. His mind, however, was caught in a cloud of lust, wanting more even though he knew that he didn't truly want it. Did that make sense?

He remained where he was, limp in Emil's arms and breathing, clinging to the vampire as he let the other take his fill. Bliss and pleasure pounded through his body, allowing him to let go, to forget about what he had come to the club for in the first place. For a short time, he was comforted, perhaps even happy, and certainly not thinking of his brother in the slightest. It was a rare moment for Bill, and he treasured it greatly…or he would, once he understood why he should treasure it, at least. For now, however, he simply enjoyed the feeling of being fed from, as he knew he would. However disgusted with himself he might be later for liking this…it was worth it.

[skeggsismad]

He didn’t need to take much blood. He came to Risk it was only to indulge a bit, to curb his hunger so that it was under control and barely noticeable at all times. Surely he could have picked a couple of his favorites and never attended Risk again if he chose to, but it was the concern that feeding off of the same individuals too often would stress their bodies which made him ultimately decide against it.

A few minutes slid by and he decided it was time to call it quits. Emil eased his fangs out of the mortal’s flesh with a slow pace to be sure he didn’t hurt him, sealing the wound with the natural properties that vampires had for that sort of thing.

He pulled his arm back from around Bill and used the same arm now to reach into his pocket and retrieve the pink handkerchief he’d used earlier to wipe the corners of his mouth for any traces of remaining blood. He was mortified of one day forgetting to do such and having a smudge of blood at the corner of his mouth during a long conversation. To Emil, that seemed just as nauseating as people who didn’t brush their teeth after a meal and ended up with spinach in between their front teeth.

“How do you feel, sweetie? Do you feel dizzy, perhaps light headed? Maybe a bit sleepy?” Everyone reacted differently to being fed, although most of the symptoms he’d listened were signs of being fed from a bit too much. Emil had excellent self-control and rarely overdrew blood, but it was possible that the feeding the mortal had taken earlier this week could make this feeding particularly hard.

His pants pocket began to vibrate multiple times, which meant Lamar was calling him. He ignored it for the moment and focused on the mortal.

“I'd gather it's nothing that requires my immediate attention,” He noted, in reference to his buzzing phone. Mentally he searched for the Earth Nymph, focusing his powers. He was familiar enough with the male that he could usually send him a message if he concentrated enough.

If it’s important Lamar, an absolutely emergency, call again.

[Annalas]

It was over far too soon for Bill's taste, sadly enough. He was enjoying the onslaught immensely, though he knew that it really shouldn't go on much longer, for his own health. When Emil pulled away, he blinked slowly as he came out of whatever trance he had been in. He wanted more of that, or at least for Emil to hold him a bit longer. Still, it was better not to press his luck…he had only just met Emil, after all.

"A little light-headed," he admitted, though it was no more than he was used to. Could he perhaps play it up a little in order to stay close to Emil? The vampire would probably catch on pretty quickly if he did, though, and the last thing he wanted was for Emil to think he was the clingy type…even if he totally was.

"But I'm used to it. Is it okay if we stay like this for a moment?" He normally wouldn't ask a vampire. But…in spite of what had just transpired, in spite of him knowing that Emil was a vampire, he felt that this one would be okay with the way they were now, Bill's hand still loosely clutching his shirt. To his surprise, he found that he had half-shifted onto the other's lap during the feeding, most likely in an attempt to get any friction he could from the other.

Bill blushed faintly at the request, all too aware of his own body wanting a much more physical encounter at the moment. That realization, atop the request that he had just put forth, could hold various connotations that he wasn't sure he wanted Emil to think. He would be lying if he said it wasn't a sexual experience for him, but he would be if he said he didn't like it to some degree. And the way Emil had been so…so formal about it all, holding Bill close to steady him instead of to grope the poor boy…it really did mean a lot to him.

He glanced at Emil's pants pocket, trying to get up the motivation to move from his fairly comfortable spot. He felt a little light-headed, indeed, though that was fading away someone. Something to eat and he would surely be fine. Some ice cream sounded good right now, actually. Caramel and dark chocolate covered waffle cone pieces in vanilla ice cream…he had a pint of it in the fridge, if his father hadn't eaten it. He was betting on the latter, though, to be honest.

"Thank you," he spoke, his voice still soft and slightly full of awe. Then again, it nearly always did, after he was fed from. He was so comfortable here…