Who: Thierry and Hannah Where: her room What/When: Feeding, he's starving. When: After all the commotion downstairs. Open: No, sorry. Rating: Moderate he's biting her...
Thierry hadn't drunken since two days before he'd gotten here- he'd been here nearly a month now. Most Vampires were starving after a week without blood, by week two they were out of control with lust for blood. Week three they were dead. that was just a general rundown though, some were dead in three days, some in six; Thierry, he'd gone a month and then been nearly dead unable to move and such, he'd refused to exist with hannah only to find out that in seventeen more years she'd be back.
He'd woken to the smell of blood and the scent of decapitation in the air; everything had happened downstairs in the night. He'd been trying to get through this, trick a human into the forest and feed without injuring them- anything but feed from hannah but after confronting the scene downstairs he had no choice. He'd do anything to protect Hannah from the gore of this house and the only way he could do that was by feeding. He made a few promises to himself as he stumbled up the stairs and to her room. He was insanely pale, some of his hair was falling out from the sides and front and his eyes were a very dark shade of their normally lovely light blue. He looked as though he was struck with death, like someone suffering pneumonia. He knocked and stood there- eyes closed as he tried to reach out to her, to let her know it was safe to open the door- that he was there. He coughed and waited.