“Enjoying your humanity?” To the untrained eye, it would illogically seem that James had stepped out of nowhere. A blonde eyebrow arched curiously after he appeared and he leaned lazily against the side of a wooden bench. The faint sound of blood rushing through the former vampire’s veins echoed in his ears and to James, that right there was the hum of food. His heartbeat thumped and once again, he was reminded of dinnertime and the appetizing taste of a human. It was too bad. Valek had made a fine vampire.
He studied him for a moment and folded his arms across his chest. “I could fix it if you want,” he said, in a way that made determining if he was serious or only being playful almost impossible. “You wouldn’t have those fangs that you loved so much before, but trust me, you won’t need them.” He’d cringed when he’d first seen a vampire with sharp pointy teeth. He couldn’t help himself. Fangs were so… Hollywood. He had no use for them, and with the strength behind his bite, most people could understand why.
Valek was sick. He could see that. He could smell it and sense it and know that he was dying. “It always hurts. The changing. I think that goes for everybody, no matter what kind of vampire you are.” If he had been anything like him, there was no way he would have been up and walking around. Instead, he would have been in agony, withering and seeing nothing but closed eyelids or out of focus walls. He was lucky that he was a different breed.