he shakes himself as he's eating, the blood dripping down his face in an unclean manner. he's never been one to care about his appearance and that shows in the way he slurps, allowing blood to flow freely in every which direction it can go. he'd been starved- he waited too long to feed so when he'd gotten to the brink of starvation, Dorian was loose and out of control, he could feel his body thrumming with the need to be filled, and once he got that first taste of blood, it was all over for him.
that poor man didn't stand a chance. Dorian was on him in an instant, teeth bared and eyes as red as the blood pumping through his victim's veins. he didn't even have the chance to let out a scream before his throat was clamped down on and blood was pouring seamlessly into the addict's mouth, fueling his hunger.
he sucks the man dry and leaves nothing left. he's made a right mess out of himself, too. blood is everywhere, on him and on the ground- the man looks as though he'd been attacked by some kind of wild animal, not a predator pretending to be human. when he hears the reaper's voice, Dorian stops what he's doing, freezes, and turns to face him, blood still swimming down his face, his eyes crazed with a madness only someone like him would understand. ". . . what?" he questions, his voice lost as he tries to connect with the real world again. that's when he realizes what he's done, looking down at the man he's just killed and feels himself falter in his step. "oh no," he says, stumbling backwards as he drops the man to the floor and falls to the ground himself. "i've done it again, haven't i?"
"You mean killed the man that you fed off of then yes, but don't be to hard on yourself I think that by the body you tend to wait until you're so hungry your desperate for food and then you attack so it's understandable that you kill your victim and I get sent to come and reap them. I wish you would take better care of yourself Dorian, it's not like you can't die you know if a hunter were to get on your trail because of things like this then you would have a big problem." Issac then looks at the vampire and shakes his head "You're lucky you haven't been staked by now you know that right and me have to come for you." He then shudders a little as he looks at the body "I've already reaped the soul why don't you let me help you get home because people are going to notice if you go walking through town with blood all over you and even people here won't keep that as their own business for long. I happen to know a few people who would blab it from the rooftops the minute they saw me with any blood on me so I try not to go home with any foreign substances on me."
Issac moves over to the vampire and suddenly there's a flash in each one of his hands. He takes the blanket in one and spreads it around Dorian's shoulders to use as a cover for the blood on his shirt but also to keep the vampire warm and then he takes the towel from the other and starts gently cleaning up the other man's face with it "I know that this is the last thing you probably want someone doing for you but I'm older than you so let me have my parental instincts take over for a bit and take care of you okay?" Issac then comes closer and gets some of the blood out of his hair with a tiny spell that he learned one time on the battlefield. He's been in so many wars in the last thousand years that he doesn't remember which one he learned it in anymore but it comes in handy, "Now as for the body I can take care of that easy peasy, all I have to do is open a portal and carry it through to another place then no one can tie it to you." He smiles at the other then goes quiet and silent "Shit, to late for that, we have to go someone's coming this way Dorian."
