[ He bites down, and it is not clean. It is not two neat punctures and suckling at the wound. That kind of control and artistry, reducing the damage so to avoid being caught, is a skill learned and practiced by vampires who must live among humans and protect their identity. This is an animal ripping into its kill. He bites down on the flesh, fangs piercing into the artery, and then pulls back sharply, tearing it away.
(And thank god Alucard decided against the neck, because otherwise this would be a repeat of what had happened to Trevor only days ago)
And then there is blood. There is so much blood, bright and hot and thick with the smell of copper, and he lets it flood into his mouth. He consumes like Trevor so usually does when he is unwell or injured, with the kind of desperate hunger and only barely restrained fear that comes from knowing what recovering from injury while starved is like. By the time the selfishness' hunger is finally sated, his face is stained with the stuff just about everywhere below his eyes, hair plastered to his face with it. Trevor is shaking, eyes (blue again, now, pupils shurnk to a pinprick in horror) darting between the horrible bite and Alucard's face and his clawed hands, still hooked into his chest and his mouth opens and closes in horror, trying to form words but unable to, blood trickling out of it as it does. ]
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(And thank god Alucard decided against the neck, because otherwise this would be a repeat of what had happened to Trevor only days ago)
And then there is blood. There is so much blood, bright and hot and thick with the smell of copper, and he lets it flood into his mouth. He consumes like Trevor so usually does when he is unwell or injured, with the kind of desperate hunger and only barely restrained fear that comes from knowing what recovering from injury while starved is like. By the time the selfishness' hunger is finally sated, his face is stained with the stuff just about everywhere below his eyes, hair plastered to his face with it. Trevor is shaking, eyes (blue again, now, pupils shurnk to a pinprick in horror) darting between the horrible bite and Alucard's face and his clawed hands, still hooked into his chest and his mouth opens and closes in horror, trying to form words but unable to, blood trickling out of it as it does. ]