Snippet #2467149

Melita's eyes never left Julius' face, a mix of worry, surprise, and puzzlement in her features. As the vampire patted the bed, she timidly sat beside him, keeping a modest five inches of personal space between them. Heart drumming in her chest, Melita was surprised at how...nice the intimidating vampire was being. Was it a trick? Or was he just not too bad of a person, er, vampire?

"W-wrist please." she decided, holding out her right wrist, alchohol in her left hand.
She wasn't looking forward to the pain, especially if it was going to be at all like a poke from an errant sewing needle or a slip of a kitchen knife. She was well aware she was a weakling, a scaredy cat to boot.

Melita bit her lower lip, trying to be brave. He hadn't hurt her yet, he was being honest and polite. Nothing in his demeanor suggested he was intending on hurting her. He couldn't help it if he needed to eat..well, drink. Didn't make it any less nerve-wracking. Her trembling was gone however, only her nerves high and her heart hammering.


"Um...I'm ready." Melita nodded, wrist offered as she looked from her lap to the vampire once more.