As the knife clicked against bone, Harth couldn't help but feel a strong sense of lust. Not for the young man perpetrating the act, but for the violence itself. The allure of destruction compelled the vampire to his very core.
"Should it?"
"No...perhaps not."
He paused.
"Normally I would be incensed that you prematurely killed someone I was attempting to keep warm. Horrid suffering does make the blood taste better. But, you're in luck. Your...compulsion...intrigues me."
Harth circled round the other man and leaned in close to the body on the counter, inspecting the damage. With a graceful movement, he traced his finger under the stabbed eye, as if wiping away a tear. Holding a droplet of blood on his finger tip, he put it to his mouth and shuddered at the taste.