Vlad Drăgoi {Dracula} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nobleblood) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Vlad was beginning to lose patience with the entire situation. The hunger was gnawing at him now, demanding that he do something to satisfy it. Daniel's threat didn't have much of an effect on him, even though he didn't doubt the beast would follow through. Still, his voice held a note of carelessness. "Really, Daniel; threats are not necessary."
Boyd's sweet, foolish innocence made him laugh. It really was a pity that she hadn't come to his apartment alone - but perhaps he could find her later, once Daniel and Rosalie had found somewhere else to be. "I would make them leave if I could. I have places to be myself, you see." The mention of his dead folk gave him pause, but only for a moment. Ah, yes - the women he'd fed upon in the past. They did enjoy screaming, didn't they? He couldn't hear them, though, which was a good thing. The noise would have only irritated him further.
It was with pure malicious pleasure that he smiled at the sight of Rosalie on the other side of the thorny barrier, moving towards the vulnerable little redhead. "You sound as though you do not trust me, Rosalie." She was right not to do so, but he would never admit that. "Do you think I would hurt dear, sweet Boyd?" Vlad ran his fingertips lightly down her cheek, his gaze lingering for a moment on her bare neck. "I would never do such a thing."