I hope you like blood

[animatedsmoke]

Who: Slayer, Potemkin
What: Even vampires have occasions to break out  the good stuff. Or in this case some dude's neck.
When: Post GG:XX
Where: Villa Vampir

 

It was somewhere between an official order and a casual request, the idea of a visit to Gabriel's only rival being dropped during one training session. Potemkin would brave travel into the netherworld, on the word of his master, who he had complete faith to only instruct him in the ways best for his mind, spirit and body. With that faith carried with him, he was prepared for anything and felt fear for nothing.

 

It had completely slipped his mind that a tea party could be one of the ways to train his skills against adversity.

 

He's not dressed for it to say the least. Had he known he probably would have at least tried to put on a shirt. But his demeanor at the table is spotless, having taken off the metal gauntlets to leave all weapons at the door and sitting straight in his seat, shoulders apart.

 

He waits, knowing not to speak before the host.

Comments

[burlyheart]

"Noted." Potemkin was only being cautious on how to address the man considered the equal of his actual technical superior.

A matter of years seems like only a tiny amount of time for the immortal, but it hits him. "It must be a learned skill, then, since it's less natural for you to eat cooked food than..."

[dandyelegance]

Slayer chuckles at that. "Very much so, Potemkin. While I enjoy a good Bordeaux with the paired cheese and chocolates, I still prefer the richness of something else."

Now he's getting hungry. That glint in his eye's looking mighty ominous.

[burlyheart]

Suddenly Potemkin brings his cup to his mouth. There might not be any tea left in there, but he sure does take a big gulp either way. For a flash, the words 'excuse me, but I must take my leave' go through his head, but he holds it back in time.

"Of course, you don't do that any more, not since having the company of Sharon," he restates what they both already know. Or so he hopes.

[dandyelegance]

That glint doesn't go away this time as Slayer adjusts his tie. He loves Sharon dearly, but every now and then, he desires something a little different. To add a little variety, if you will.

He's been around for a very long time, after all.

"Is that so?"

He doesn't give Potemkin any time to react. Within seconds, he's but a few centimeters away from the soldier's neck, ready to take his first bite. Those fangs brush against skin, teasingly sinking down but not piercing. Not yet.

[burlyheart]

The cup stays exactly where it was, covering the bottom half of Potemkin's face (and, mercifully, his expression). It's just one part of Potemkin that's shock still, as the entirety of him is frozen in the nature that prey instinctively defers to in presence of predator.

It's possible it's this instinct that could terrorize Potemkin into giving up. Or more logically, it's acknowledgement that if Slayer can move that fast, any attempt to escape is pointless.

[dandyelegance]

Despite his age, Slayer can move in the blink of an eye, easily sizing up his prey and devouring within seconds. But he doesn't wish to hurt Potemkin. Not like that. He only wishes to have a little taste.

"I've always admired Gabriel's men. So brave in the face of what some consider pure terror."

With that, the teeth sink in.

[burlyheart]

Potemkin stays still like a tree. If these are his final moments, then he puts up no resistance. For what awareness he has, he would choose to stay dignified to the end than mar his honor with last second panic.

But, as if there's a wind blowing, the kind that courses in the night and can move the thinnest branches, Potemkin is shivering.

[dandyelegance]

That little shiver amuses Slayer greatly. He has no intention of killing Potemkin. No, that would be wasting a perfectly good soldier. Besides, he can't bring himself to upset Gabriel like that.

The large soldier's blood tickles the vampire's tongue, and it's far richer than the old man expected. He's going to hold himself in place for a little while and savor this moment.

[burlyheart]

It's an idea that's utterly ridiculous to Potemkin, that Slayer would be enjoying this. Instead he formulates a dozen different ideas on why he's taking this so slowly, and this is slow: Potemkin knows that if he was intended to be drained, he would already be dead.

So either it's because he feeds more efficiently from this, he needs his awareness for something, or maybe this is just what vampires like doing when a foolish soldier walks into their trap.

Still barely moving, a word manages to creak out of Potemkin, low like the moaning of bending metal.

"Why..."

[dandyelegance]

That word does make Slayer draw back, summoning a couple of servants to properly treat the large soldier. He's had his fill for the time being.

"I've lived for a very long time. Every now and then I desire something a little different. Yours has a richness that's rarely found in this day and age, one that is full-bodied yet delicate on the tongue." As he straightens his suit, he carefully watches Potemkin's wounds being blotted and patched up.

"My apologies for being so sudden. I should have been more courteous."