Though most people could not refuse or fight compulsion, fear was a powerful motivator and he could see it in Alex’s pale blue eyes; she was frightened, intimidated by the sight of his bright red blood bubbling to the surface and possibly the sudden temptation to drink it. It was a futile attempt on her part, a mere waste of her puny human energy to fight him or the inner, powerful desire his blood sparked within her human body. Being an addict, she was already weak when it came to something that could help ease or escape the pain. It didn’t matter what the pain was and he was sure if it had been anything, but blood, she would have already accepted it without a bit of the hesitation she was showing him now. It didn’t matter. One look in his eyes and a few more words of reassurance and the brunette would have her mouth to the open wound, suckling it like a newborn child to mother’s breast.
“Alexandra, darling, it’s okay. I promise you. Come now, you trust me. You said so yourself-” he broke off, capturing her face in his hands and gently, but forcefully made her look into his eyes once more. “Now, drink the blood. It will make you feel better. I promise you. You want to heal, don’t you? Now, come on love.” His gaze shifted to the blood slowly trailing down the pale skin of his arm, a river of bright red and, using the fingers from his other hand, he dipped them in the wound. Lifting the stained digits up, he brushed them over her soft lips lightly. His fangs appeared briefly and sliced open his bottom lip. Leaning in, he gave her that charming smile once more. “I’m going to kiss you and you will not be afraid...anymore.” Leaning in, he pressed his bleeding mouth against her crimson one and kissed her hard.