Yeah? [It comes out slurred, foggy with the heady euphoria still coursing through Koby’s slightly-emptier veins. He doesn’t feel cold or dizzy – quite the opposite, actually, warm down to his bones, blissed out and loose-limbed in a way he normally only achieves in – well. In very different circumstances.
But: there’s no pain, no violence, just the lingering pulse of pleasure, of contentment. Later, perhaps, he’ll have the presence of mind to examine that, to understand just how much of an apex predator the vampires are – this is the kind of peace a person could easily get addicted to, chasing the high of being fed on again and again and again.
And, beneath that all, the satisfaction that’s purely Koby, purely his anxious, frantic mind always seeking approval, praise, always trying to do better. Daniel says you did great and that’s even more addictive than the slowly-ebbing euphoric high. Another slow, slightly shuddery inhale, exhale, and Koby’s forehead drops to the vampire’s shoulder, resting there for a moment, something loosening in his shoulders.]
I did? [Quieter, hopeful, needing just – that last little affirmation, that repetition that he’d done something, he’d helped, he’d given what he could without hesitation, without fear, and it hadn’t been found wanting. Maybe his mind is a little scrambled from blood loss, maybe this is just the ravenously hungry desperate boy constantly held in check by Koby’s usual composure. Hard to say.]
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But: there’s no pain, no violence, just the lingering pulse of pleasure, of contentment. Later, perhaps, he’ll have the presence of mind to examine that, to understand just how much of an apex predator the vampires are – this is the kind of peace a person could easily get addicted to, chasing the high of being fed on again and again and again.
And, beneath that all, the satisfaction that’s purely Koby, purely his anxious, frantic mind always seeking approval, praise, always trying to do better. Daniel says you did great and that’s even more addictive than the slowly-ebbing euphoric high. Another slow, slightly shuddery inhale, exhale, and Koby’s forehead drops to the vampire’s shoulder, resting there for a moment, something loosening in his shoulders.]
I did? [Quieter, hopeful, needing just – that last little affirmation, that repetition that he’d done something, he’d helped, he’d given what he could without hesitation, without fear, and it hadn’t been found wanting. Maybe his mind is a little scrambled from blood loss, maybe this is just the ravenously hungry desperate boy constantly held in check by Koby’s usual composure. Hard to say.]