Caius slowly wiped the remaining blood from his lips with a stroke or two of his thumbs, pinching his lips together as his fangs slowly retracted. His other hand was the one that rested upon her shoulder, but he slowly let that fall, too. His eyes slowly darkened in color, becoming a more saturated, burgundy color. He watched her afterwards as she pressed the cloth to her neck. Two thousand years gave one enough time to be able to assess emotions of another. He could see the pain that laced her features subtly, yet there was a blissful look on her countenance, too. He'd never known what it was like to be fed upon continuously, for the only time a vampire had fed from him was when he also joined the ranks of the undead. He couldn't imagine the feeling of fangs digging into flesh felt good.
Her neck was exposed briefly as she applied the cloth. Small, circular marks peppered the same area, more or less, indicating where he continuously fed. Similar marks could be found on her wrists, most likely, for he had fed there when he was less familiar with the girl. Her arms wrapped around his neck slowly as she pressed against him. Under normal circumstances, he would not have welcomed the touch from a human. However, he allowed her to cling to him, for he knew he couldn't let Annelise wander with an open wound. It was far too risky, and he knew it would be difficult to find another human healthy enough to feed from.
"Are you feeling alright?" The question was part of a subconscious routine now. It was a bit pointless, really, for who could be "alright" when they'd just had blood sucked from their neck? Still, it was the thought that counted, no? As he waited for a response, the front door opened.
"I'm not in the mood to hear it." Had he not been sated at that point, perhaps Caius would have turned on the younger vampire in a blood-fueled rage. He managed to keep his wits about him, however, as the strong stench of blood overwhelmed his heightened senses, bathing him in the comforting scent. The scene before him was far from comforting: covered in blood, Alastair moved through the kitchen, past the Doyen. Caius's paternal love for the younger man began roughly a century ago. What both lacked, the other could give. Just as parents a children fought, however, Caius and Alastair suffered from their fair share of arguments and disagreements. It didn't help that they were both nearly equals in the coven, for the two constantly contradicted each other.
His grip on Annelise loosened as he looked at the younger vampire, more or less his son, in shock. "What...what did you do?!" His voice began soft, still slightly garbled from the blood. As the outrage built up, however, he found his voice and projected. As Alastair continued to walk, he reluctantly moved away from Annelise and trailed after the Regent. "Are you mad, Alastair?" Suddenly, assuming the young vampire continued to walk away, he grabbed him by the shoulder and turned Alastair to face him. Caius's pale fingers gripped the other vampire's shoulders as he leaned in closer, burgundy eyes flashing with anger. "Do tell me you at least disposed of the body! I did not form this coven for you to murder humans and parade with their blood smearing on your clothing!" His brow furrowed, lips curling back in anger as his fangs began to appear again. "You not only risk exposing us, you risk exposing yourself to the diseases mankind has brought upon themselves!" He almost mentioned Lydia and her gruesome end, but he knew he would be unable to find the courage within to do so. He had yet to come to terms with her death himself.