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Once in bed Drake curled up, digging his heels into the matress as he sat up. he exchanged an apologetic and genrally humiliated look with Judith. He started fiddling with teh covers in an attempt to distract hismlef, but as usual the hunger - or perception of hunger- eclipsed all his other thoughts.

Drake nodded a lttle morosely, looking at the bowl critically with a seer. There was something even more macarbre about drinking blood out of crockery - it made him feel like some sort of cannibal.
"Ugh, thanks." he said, realising too late that he wasn't being at all grateful. In an attempt to make up for what was probably insulting her best efforts to be kind, he picked up teh bowl and rested it on his knee, feeling the warmth again.
"What, no straw?" he joked, though without his usual enthusiasm. the smell of it was different and had taken on the scent of sweat due to being a little too hot than normal. It still smelt like a corpse and his mind immediately started making pictures of a rotting animal come to mind as if to disgust him and turn him away form this 'fake' blood and onto humans. His subconious had linked to his instincts well over the years and both seemed to team up against him.

Koko rolled hers eyes when he sneered. "Vegetables are to children as animal is to you," she commented. "I have to open up the shop now, but I come back to check up you. Just rest up."

As she headed for the stairs she hollared, "If you want a happy thought....imagine that Richard stops by. I saw that look in your eye at the store."

[aww poor Zizzy]

He coudln't help but laugh at koko's comment and started stirring the spoon around the blood in an effort to will himself to drinking it.
"heh, sure mum." he said, taking a sip and trying not to look disgusted.
"Are you sure I just can't go out and kill him now? Judith is allowed to kill people." he pouted a little, taking another few slurps of the blood and trying to ignore his stomach as it cramped up again.

Drake glanced at the window again, but the sun was already pretty much up.
"You're torturing me here, you now that?" he sighed, sitting back and eating more blood.
"Hey Judith, you wnat to try some?" he asked

Drake returned to the bowl, eventually drinking most of it and leaving a but for Judith to try. He laid bac in the bed, still twitching and fiddling with the covers. For all he hated it, the blood stopped his stomach from cramping and it settled. His mind was still 'itchy' and his eye-colour was still almost jet black in display of his hunger. he kne whe wouldn't be able to sleep today.

[cool. hmmm vampire or mortal woud probably be the first question. lol]

After a while he laid out fully on the bed, exmaining the few lines of sunlight that peeked trough the blinds. His mind was in overdrive and out of his control, and it happily re-lived and dissected the memories of every person he'd illed. he didn't remeber the faces, but he remembered the taste, and his mind taunted him with them.
His first ever feed had been a healthy 30-somthing year old man, and he had marvelled at his own strenth as he took him down, with his Sire stood in teh baclground watching. The bloodlust had been so strong he'd felt it'd kill him, and the release was like nothing he'd experienced before. This man's blood had a slight peppery flavour, and slid down his throat with ease like a fine wine. He remembered the kill that truly turned him,and which broke his spirit enough that he decided to abandon all semblance of humanity for a very long time (a humanity that was only regained while recoevring from his exile from England). It was after he had left his sire, after he had discovered that christian objects harmed him, and he was in despair at feeling like God had abandoned him. He flet like a murderer and had tried to cut off feeding altogether. The bloodlust had grown until he completely lost hismlef to it, and he killed a pair of children. His mind now taunted him with their taste - sweet and fresh like the early morning near the sea or a stream and thinner but with the strongest flavour he had ever experienced. Their smell had been maddeningly divine. Afterwards when he looed at what he had done, something snapped and he gave up trying to be anthing but the demon he was, regardless of discretion, morals or practicaility. he lived fo rthe moment and revelled in the addiction.
Fayat had that same freshness to his smell.

he moaned as he tried to shake the thought from his mind, feeling like he was betraying Koko and Judith by even thinking it.