[There's always a brief delicious struggle, a moment of incredulity, in each victim. And after, a hopeless capitulation. Their bodies twitch, tremble, and gradually, as the blood is drained gulp by gulp, go cold and slack. They see death looming. And they succumb to it.]
[But that isn't happening here. Karl feels it all. The thrum of the boy's terrified pulse. The blood pulsing out, rich and hot. But he's not going into death-rattles. In fact, the torn skin under his fangs is closing.]
[Well well...]
[Karl takes a final drought before wrenching his fangs out. Blood slicks his grinning mouth. His red eyes dance like sparks.]
Action!
[But that isn't happening here. Karl feels it all. The thrum of the boy's terrified pulse. The blood pulsing out, rich and hot. But he's not going into death-rattles. In fact, the torn skin under his fangs is closing.]
[Well well...]
[Karl takes a final drought before wrenching his fangs out. Blood slicks his grinning mouth. His red eyes dance like sparks.]
...What have we here? A demon? A goblin?
[The boy. Is not. Human. That much is clear.]