"'Met'?" he asks incredulously. "You know my name. You—called me—"
He can't even say it. He called him love, something only one person has uttered to him in that way. He offered him his blood. He kissed him. How is this possible?
"I've never met another vampire. No one besides..."
He raises his hand to his mouth again, a quick fluttering motion. He is too human. His old human gestures are gentlemanly to a fault. He has to stop wishing he'd taken Armand up on his offer. He has to stop thinking about blood and the kiss. He can't reveal too much of himself or his little vampire family to this strange vampire who already knows his name. It's hard to gather his wits when he's been unbalanced.
How much blood can this vampire lose before he gets hungry? Once again Louis wonders if Armand will kill him. All evidence points to vampires being vicious, and they are now weak as any human. Of course, all thoughts of killing Armand save in self-defense have flown out of Louis's head. He's too curious now.
Louis blinks a few times to reorient himself. His eyes remain dilated. The smell of blood is almost obscene. He grasps at something, anything. He reluctantly pulls off his own scarf and tosses it to Armand.
"Haven't you ever gotten hurt? Taken a lick when you were young?" How old exactly is this vampire? "Wrap that up 'fore you bleed to death. We don't heal like we used to."
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He can't even say it. He called him love, something only one person has uttered to him in that way. He offered him his blood. He kissed him. How is this possible?
"I've never met another vampire. No one besides..."
He raises his hand to his mouth again, a quick fluttering motion. He is too human. His old human gestures are gentlemanly to a fault. He has to stop wishing he'd taken Armand up on his offer. He has to stop thinking about blood and the kiss. He can't reveal too much of himself or his little vampire family to this strange vampire who already knows his name. It's hard to gather his wits when he's been unbalanced.
How much blood can this vampire lose before he gets hungry? Once again Louis wonders if Armand will kill him. All evidence points to vampires being vicious, and they are now weak as any human. Of course, all thoughts of killing Armand save in self-defense have flown out of Louis's head. He's too curious now.
Louis blinks a few times to reorient himself. His eyes remain dilated. The smell of blood is almost obscene. He grasps at something, anything. He reluctantly pulls off his own scarf and tosses it to Armand.
"Haven't you ever gotten hurt? Taken a lick when you were young?" How old exactly is this vampire? "Wrap that up 'fore you bleed to death. We don't heal like we used to."