He bent down to the body, coming to a crouch beside it. “You will feed, whether you want to or not. But I won’t make you kill this one.”
Namjoon moved with precision, executing a skill that had become second nature to him. In seconds his teeth ripped through the veins of each wrist of the man, thick streams of blood flowing down his skin in torrents. He had already lost so much blood, this was a fatal wound.
Blood bags were one thing, but a warm human body with a beating heart and fresh blood? It was the sweetest temptation, no newborn vampire would be able to resist.
“Feed.” He commanded.
Her body moved on its own from the command and the siren call of the fresh blood. He watched in amusement as she scrambled over to the dying man, her limbs jerking like a marionette being strung along.
She was rough with her new strength. Her hands grabbed the man’s wrist and jerked it up to her face so hard that a sick wet pop echoed through the room. His arm hung loosely from the dislocated socket. She lapped eagerly at the flowing blood despite the look of distress on her face. She was disgusted with her own actions but enamored by the taste.
Namjoon came around to her side, easing her away from the open wounds on the wrists.
“Right here,” He instructed - gesturing to the stretch of the man’s neck where his carotid artery would be beneath the skin. “This will end things quickly but will also give you the most blood. Arteries withstand the most pressure and carry blood directly from the heart. Always an artery when you're starving or in trouble, understand?”
His voice was much kinder like this, when he was teaching. Especially when he was teaching the young ones.
“Don’t just pierce it with your fangs, you want to drag a little to rip the artery open. Go on, give it a try.”
As soon as his permission was given she tugged the man into her arms and sunk her teeth into his neck. A deep groan vibrated through her chest as the first spurts of blood sprayed over her tongue and dripped down her throat.
A feeling of pride began to swell in his chest. The first one was always the hardest for the soft hearted ones. But she was a quick learner. He watched as her jaw clenched tighter and the man’s heartbeat became softer and slower. There were tears running down her cheeks, mingling with the blood in her mouth. Her shoulders shook with sobs as she continued to feed.
He could see it, the pure euphoria that was running through her body from her first feed blending with the devastation of what she was doing.
It was purgatory, the place between heaven and hell.