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Drake Vampiron
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As Drake stood around the four, now finished with Tilly, he turned his attention back towards Wesley and Lucifer. "Wesley, is there anything else you need? Please just ask if there is, Lucifer will more than happily go get it for you." Drake glared at Lucifer for a moment before putting his gaze to Zarya. "Thank you for the offer Zarya, as far the bar goes I believe we are ok though. Feel free to ask everybody else personal and otherwise, I'm not too sure if the kitchen or the rooms need anyth.."
Before Drake could finish his sentence, he heard a noise from the far end of the bar and quickly whipped around to find Yuki sitting on a bar stool a near the door. A look of confusion spread across his face "Yuki, were you just sitting there the whole time? Quietly?! You're never quiet!"
All of a sudden, Drake felt a sharp pain throughout his body, he needed blood, and soon. Drake turned back to Wesley "Wesley, I have to do something that requires my immediate attention..." As he spoke, Drake's fangs began to show and his eyes turned a bright red. "Remember, if you need anything, ask anyone here. But I need to go, I'm sorry for my rudeness." Drake quickly spun around and disappeared from sight.
He ran to the other end of the room, up the stairs, and to the end of the hallway. He stopped infront of Room 13, he took his necklace off his neck and pushed the cross all the way into the keyhole of the heavy cast iron door, turned it and pushed it open. He stumbled into the room, pulling his necklace out of the door and slammed prison-cell-like door closed. the pain had increased almost ten fold in the few seconds it took him to get from the bar to inside the room. He ripped off his jacket as he started screaming. The room was sound proofed so nobody outside the door could hear anything inside and vise versa. His screams slowly morphed into grunts and growls as he struggled to make his way around his bed to get to a small cabinet on the other side of the bed. Once he got to the cabinet, he dropped to his knees; he grabbed the handle of one of the doors and opened it as gently as he could manage, reaching inside and pulling out an IV bag full of blood. He quickly sank his fangs into the bag and began to feed.
No matter how strong any vampire may be, they all share the same weakness and can do nothing about it. Thirst. Most vampires must feed at least several times each day to avoid the pain of their hunger; and if they try to resist feeding for too long, the pain they experience is significant to say the least. It took Drake almost a century of training to endure and overcome this pain to make it necessary for him to only feed once a day, a great advantage to him incase a situation ever arises where he has no access to blood. But, he paid a steep price for it. If he does not feed, the pain he experiences is unfathomable. And today he has not fed, for he has been busy all day so the thought escaped him.
Before Drake could finish his sentence, he heard a noise from the far end of the bar and quickly whipped around to find Yuki sitting on a bar stool a near the door. A look of confusion spread across his face "Yuki, were you just sitting there the whole time? Quietly?! You're never quiet!"
All of a sudden, Drake felt a sharp pain throughout his body, he needed blood, and soon. Drake turned back to Wesley "Wesley, I have to do something that requires my immediate attention..." As he spoke, Drake's fangs began to show and his eyes turned a bright red. "Remember, if you need anything, ask anyone here. But I need to go, I'm sorry for my rudeness." Drake quickly spun around and disappeared from sight.
He ran to the other end of the room, up the stairs, and to the end of the hallway. He stopped infront of Room 13, he took his necklace off his neck and pushed the cross all the way into the keyhole of the heavy cast iron door, turned it and pushed it open. He stumbled into the room, pulling his necklace out of the door and slammed prison-cell-like door closed. the pain had increased almost ten fold in the few seconds it took him to get from the bar to inside the room. He ripped off his jacket as he started screaming. The room was sound proofed so nobody outside the door could hear anything inside and vise versa. His screams slowly morphed into grunts and growls as he struggled to make his way around his bed to get to a small cabinet on the other side of the bed. Once he got to the cabinet, he dropped to his knees; he grabbed the handle of one of the doors and opened it as gently as he could manage, reaching inside and pulling out an IV bag full of blood. He quickly sank his fangs into the bag and began to feed.
No matter how strong any vampire may be, they all share the same weakness and can do nothing about it. Thirst. Most vampires must feed at least several times each day to avoid the pain of their hunger; and if they try to resist feeding for too long, the pain they experience is significant to say the least. It took Drake almost a century of training to endure and overcome this pain to make it necessary for him to only feed once a day, a great advantage to him incase a situation ever arises where he has no access to blood. But, he paid a steep price for it. If he does not feed, the pain he experiences is unfathomable. And today he has not fed, for he has been busy all day so the thought escaped him.
