Mikamia took a breath in. Anything could have prepared him for this moment, it could have been the countless night spent awake waiting for someone to take him down or it could have been his sister and the deep seeded resentment she had toward the hate he felt for his own race. Nothing could take blame for what had occurred or even what could have occurred. For now, all Mikamia knew was that whatever causing the two of them to meet and decide on a common goal was making them both better as people. And of which he took another breath and approached the girl.
He had never actually tried this kind of power before, true, every vampire had one, but he had never found pleasure in biting the shit out of people in order to get their memories. Many blue bloods before him would do without hesitation what he was about to. He couldn't help but think in this moment what his mother would have done about the situation. After all he did remember countless stories of how sadistically she carried out her deeds. It brought him to the moment when she brought Mercito's son to the WAHA and tortured him for hours until she eventually removed his fangs preventing him from being able to feed ever again. Of course she dammed him to one of the most painful deaths a vampire could endure, but, on the off hand she got her revenge and her information all without killing him, which, was her mothers only plea. Coyoty had a funny way of getting around things, something Mikamia had learned from the best to do. Aayame and him were always enemies and it didn't change especially when she changed him, but an understanding no matter how non-verbal it might have been came over them, and they became more deceitful together. The realisation of this didn't bother him, rather prepared him more for what he was about to do in this moment and this, was bite the girl taking her blood and extracting her memories. He could only hope and pray that she could compile them into one neat memory, otherwise this would be more painful for him than what it was worth.
"I don't have to ask you if you are ready, we already established this is what you want to do, and so..."
The boy stepped forward and closed his eyes, once opening them again the blue had been replaced with a blood-lust red. His hair began to fade in blonde muster until greyish then silver then white locks washed over it. His skin became paler, if possible, and his nails darkened to a black. He took the girl by her arms as if to prep her then, he leaned forward stroking her neck. It was could to the touch, but so were his darkened finger tips. No words were exchanged this late in the game, for a procedure like this was not like making love. He didn't want it to be brought to light that he hurt a girl he might or might not decide to like. He also would rather his cat not have to see this, but begets were not allowed to be choosers. So, he bit the girl.
Her blood was thigh and delicious, almost unlike any blood the boy had tasted before. Being basically dead and all, he could not help but assume that it would have smtasted differently. Though not warmed by the body and not flowing causing the muscles in his throat to contract and his fangs go go in that much deeper, he found a sickened pleasure in the blood. He tried to push business over pleasure, but the more he tried, the tighter he held to her keeping her in place. It was almost as if he would kill her this way, but luckily vampires don't die from their blood being drained. It was what came after.
(Again this is for
@Elvira Raven )