Caradoc's ears could hear Remus moving, but other than that, all attention was on the man before him. Caradoc was not taking care or being gentle like he had with the victims he had been forced to feed from before; Rodolphus he had chosen willingly, and Rodolphus he wanted dead, and for that reason he did not simply milk a vein and feed. He snarled and bit, making sure his fangs dug deep down and pierced right into his windpipe itself. The blood flowed with ease the more Caradoc began mouthing at the wound, snarling with hunger and pleasure as he began to jerk his head like an animal trying to rip out a throat.
Caradoc drank. He drank and loved it, loved knowing the last ounces of life this bastard had would go to give life to his enemy. Caradoc only relinquished his grip with his jaw so he could move his teeth and bite down into a vein at the side of his neck instead, allowing for better blood flow. He ripped and gorged into his wound too, literally tearing out Rodolphus's throat one savage snap at a time.
However, Caradoc was not going to let Rodolphus die in his arms. Caradoc pulled back and stared into his face, the man's dark blood pooling over his lips, staining his chin and his neck. Caradoc was smothered in it and he spat Rodolphhus's blood back at him before he carelessly shoved the man at Remus.
"You deserve to end him. He's yours. Finish him or let him bleed out," Caradoc rumbled in a voice that was too deep, his tone nearly a feral rumble as he licked slowly at his lips and tilted his head back to savour the taste.