07-10-2013, 08:16 PM
Lee looked at the burglar, who was tranced. At first, he felt that he couldn't possibly drink blood, but then, he felt differently. At the thought of drinking blood, two delicately pointed fangs extended and his eyes turned silvery. Almost in a dream, he went over to the burglar and sank his fangs into the man's throat, and then he was drinking.
The blood didn't taste like the blood he'd tasted as a human, when he'd bitten his cheek or tongue. Not coppery, but like life itself. He carried on drinking, feeling the pulse of the victim beat as he took the blood out of the man's throat.