sheepskeleton:

”(…) “No, for your blood,” I said, pushing him backwards against the slender but frm trunk of a tree.

“You damnable brat,” he seethed.

“Oh, yes, despise me, please,” I said as I closed in. I pushed his face to one side, kissing his throat frst, and then sinking my fangs very slowly, my tongue ready for those frst radiant drops.”

Lestat and David, “Prince Lestat”