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 had somehow managed to restrain himself from attacking Boyd and Rosalie once, and a deeply buried part of him wished they would have listened when he told them to get away. Idiots, all of them, deserving of whatever they got. Stupid for thinking the wolf would do anything other than eat the redhead - oh, he knew exactly what was going to happen to her. The beast (Daniel?) should have gone after her, but it was too late now.
He knew the beast was distracted and therefore kept quiet, his footsteps making no noise at all upon the ground. It was all too easy to focus on the scent of blood, and he could practically taste it on his tongue. Soon, soon... so close. If he'd tried, really made an effort, then he might have been able to stop himself. If it had been Helena, he would have; but he didn't care about this woman. He didn't even like her, so the motivation just wasn't there.
The redheaded woman and her snow caught his attention in a way very few people could. There was no cry of outrage, no hint of concern about the fate of his prey. Vlad smiled, momentarily looking away from Ella. There was something different about this woman, and he decided he wouldn't feed upon her - not yet, at least. It was rare that he ever found someone else intriguing. Her generous warning caused him to snap his gaze back on Ella, and without warning he lunged towards her, teeth bared and aiming for her throat.