When fangs met flesh, he knew he'd hit his mark. It wasn't Aiden's neck, unfortunately, but it was enough to have punctured muscle - the blood spurted quickly, and he didn't hesitate as he swallowed the coppery liquid that flowed through the veins of his nemesis. It was such sweet victory that he would have laughed if he could have.
Vlad's triumph didn't last long. Bursts of white-hot pain exploded across his face, causing him to bite down harder in retaliation. There was only so much he could take, however, and going after his eyes was enough to make him reluctantly loosen his grip to get away from the offending fingernails. His laughter was thick and heavy, blood staining his lips and chin while Aiden's desperate attacks had left other battle scars on his face. In that moment he looked every inch like Dracula, teeth bared in a cruel smile. The mist was heavier now, and in the back of his mind he could feel something distantly tugging at him, but he wanted to stay. He wanted to see the look in Aiden's eyes first.