Matt, Valentin. Celia & Open
Valentin found that his eyes kept sliding down, looking at Celia's neck. This was ridiculous. He wasn't a slave to his instincts. He wasn't. He hadn't fed off a human yet, not even in those first few difficult days after he got turned, and he wasn't going to start now. He should be better than this, he should be above this thirst.
The thirst seemed to think otherwise.
He tried to focus on Celia's pleasant voice, on what she was saying, while his beer was rapidly disappearing. Wolf-talk. Vampires didn't get the package deal on heightened senses: Valentin could see in the dark, but otherwise, his senses were pretty much the same. Except when there was blood involved, of course. He could smell it, blood, especially when it was fresh it was almost too overpowering. Even old blood had a specific scent, and...
And he shouldn't be thinking about blood. Bad, bad idea.
Valentin's beer was gone. He turned to the bar and ordered another one.