Re: Fifth floor, and heading down
The words meant nothing to him, merely a backdrop to the beat of her heart and the taste of warm blood sliding down his throat. His fangs sunk in deeper, smooth and sharp to pierce the skin in just the right way to draw as much blood as possible. Sherri could keep attempting to do whatever it was she thought she was doing for hours, but it wouldn't stop them from draining the very life from her until she wouldn't have the strength to speak anymore. It was his own mistake, but in the midst of bloodlust and the strange story he never sensed Joss' approach until it was too late.
The cross itself didn't hurt as it dug into his shoulder, just below Vlad's previous wound from Russia, but the effect of the holy relic sent a burning sensation throughout his body. He dislodged his fangs with a snarl, rounding on Joss with blazing eyes that matched the color of the scarlet liquid dripping from his lips. Fully intending on tearing her throat out, Dracula only paused when Mina began to speak, more surprised by her tone than out of any actual regard for what she was saying. As much as he hated to admit it, there was sense in her words. They might go after Vlad if he killed these two now, and if he wanted to remain free during the full moon then he couldn't do anything that would jeopardize that.
But that hardly meant he had to let the girl escape unscathed for what she'd done. "Then we will not kill them," he said coldly, before turning back to face Joss. "But this a warning, a taste of what will occur if you dare cross us again." With Mina pinning her against the wall, it was all too easy to advance upon her, bloody fangs bared. "Do you still think I sparkle?" His voice was low, barely above a whisper, as his fingers dug into her arm and pulled it straight out, lightly resting the sharp points of his fangs on her wrist. He waited a moment before biting down, feeling the hot rush of blood on his tongue and eagerly drinking it down. Although it would have been easy to drain her to near death, he forced himself to draw back before she could lose a significant amount of blood. The wound he left behind was far from fatal, nor would she bleed out anytime soon - unfortunately. Fixing both sisters with an icy stare, he licked the blood from his lips. "You are both very lucky. Consider yourselves warned." This was the closest to generosity Dracula would ever get.