exhale desire; raleigh & demetri
It felt like it had been ages since Demetri had last let someone feed off of him, and the fact that he'd managed to track down a vampire who seemed to be interested in that without him having to go and deal with the disgusting surroundings of Thirst to find a halfway-decent vampire was all he needed to make him ecstatic. He barely even managed to shout a goodbye to Anabelle as he grabbed his shoes on, shoving them on in the process of rushing out the door and making his way to the address he'd been given. It took Demetri a lot longer than he preferred to actually get to the vampire's home, but once he'd arrived he practically bounced his way up to the doorway. It was a combination of the energy coursing through his veins and the excitement at the fact that he was finally going to experience the feeling of fangs inside of him again that kept him from appreciating the luxury of Raleigh's home. Were he paying attention, he would've probably realised that it reminded him a lot of his previous vampire, but all Demetri was focused on was getting to the door and knocking on it, so he did, choosing to bounce slightly on the balls of his feet afterwards before he told himself that he needed to calm down for when the vampire opened the door.