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Oskar 'Oz' Liebkind (ozbites) wrote in inshadowfalls,

"Oh no. That would imply that your identity was somehow important," Oz replied, the words drawled out lazily. His eyes were sleepy, almost deceptively so, but there was a dangerous look in them. Like a wild cat who had been woken from slumber by a prey animal - sleepy, but deadly.

His hand stayed clamped down on her shoulder, incase she got the idea to try and scramble away. His other hand lifted, fingers tangling into her hair, a tight, unpleasant grip. With a flick of his wrist, he wrenched her head to the side.

"You're nobody. Just supper." Had it been midday, she would have been lunch. Morning? Breakfast. Oz didn't bother knowing humans beyond that, save for one or two that he particularly liked to tormet. His eyes slid down to her throat, where the veins stood out to his vampire-sight.

He smirked. And there was nothing at all nice in the expression. His fangs extended, elegant, razor-sharp pointed pressed against his lower lip. And then he dipped his head, and bit down, hard and vicious, gouging at the flesh.