He barely even realizes that his hands are trembling, just slightly, against the hedgehog's arms. He takes a shuddering, gasping breath, something entirely reflexive, as the newly turned vampire pulls the life from him in hungry mouthfulls. It hurts. And Mephiles can feel his strength rapidly fleeing with every swallow of precious liquid that Shadow drinks down.
He can't even find it in himself to fight as he's forced back and down, shuddering harshly beneath his doppleganger and trying to keep his grip. But it's growing harder to do so. It's such a strange sensation. There's a pounding in his ears and his vision wavers just a little, serpentine eyes growing heavy. It's as those fangs suddenly pull away, making him gasp softly at the spike of pain from it, that he realizes he's lying on the floor with Shadow curled above him.
Gazes up at those feverishly bright eyes, watches the wicked smile that flashes even more wicked fangs at him. Can't help but notice the traces of dark on those lips, knowing full well it's his own life. Wonders, strangely and idly, what he tastes like... He blinks, slowly, feeling strange and cold and helpless beneath the dark hedgehog.
"... why... have you spared me.. my other..?" he whispers, voice soft and a little lost.