Rurik shook his head, determined he was not going to give in. He'd rather die, than become a monster. And yet, he felt himself moving toward the boy, taking him to his chest, an arm around his waist. The boy moaned softly, and his head lolled to the side, exposing more of his neck, the call of the blood too much for Rurik to resist.
He made a sound in his throat as he bit down, teeth sinking into the boy's flesh, lips latching on to draw the blood to his mouth. It was bitter, not smooth and familiar like the blood Kai offered him. He didn't like it as well, but once he'd started, he couldn't stop, didn't stop until the boy in his arms ceased to breathe,m and the blood turned thick and sickening, and Rurik threw the body to the ground at his feet.