[ He watches her pour and swig the drink like a man might watch the television. He's using it as a buffer to not get too fidgety, and it's working to a point. It's.. strangely nice to talk about Nicki without feeling some abysmal self-hatred over what happened to him. It's easier to think of the nicer times, the more pleasant things, with him. ]
It was always the feeding. When I was still a relatively new fledgling, I was told that such carnal desires are beneath me by a vampire much older than I am. Since we don't feel arousal by instinct and the only mirror for those feelings is bloodlust, I believed him. It's as simple as that.
[ In retrospect, once he learned about Marius' specific manner perhaps he should have considered that Marius was talking from atop his high-horse about his perspective rather than about vampire law, but oh well. ]
As for other mortals, I'm afraid that all of them have been my victims. I don't keep pets or human companions like some other vampires do. Every woman I brought to my bed certainly thought I intended to ravish them, but they died with that thought on their mind. There wasn't much time nor opportunity for anyone to - 'go down' - on anyone. If they showed interest, I showed them a firm hand. If they guided me there, I drained them from the vein in their thigh.
[ He watches her face now, carefully. This isn't a nice story, after all, but for a long while there he wasn't exactly a nice creature. And the jury's still out on whether he is now. ]
When I came back to the world in the 1980s, I saw and felt that the world had gone through a sexual awakening; people were much more vocal and varied with their desires. Girls threw themselves at me, often with their shirts torn open, lust was prevalent. But when you live for two hundred years assuming that you neither want nor need stimulation, that there is only the lust for blood... It's a habit that's hard to kick.
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It was always the feeding. When I was still a relatively new fledgling, I was told that such carnal desires are beneath me by a vampire much older than I am. Since we don't feel arousal by instinct and the only mirror for those feelings is bloodlust, I believed him. It's as simple as that.
[ In retrospect, once he learned about Marius' specific manner perhaps he should have considered that Marius was talking from atop his high-horse about his perspective rather than about vampire law, but oh well. ]
As for other mortals, I'm afraid that all of them have been my victims. I don't keep pets or human companions like some other vampires do. Every woman I brought to my bed certainly thought I intended to ravish them, but they died with that thought on their mind. There wasn't much time nor opportunity for anyone to - 'go down' - on anyone. If they showed interest, I showed them a firm hand. If they guided me there, I drained them from the vein in their thigh.
[ He watches her face now, carefully. This isn't a nice story, after all, but for a long while there he wasn't exactly a nice creature. And the jury's still out on whether he is now. ]
When I came back to the world in the 1980s, I saw and felt that the world had gone through a sexual awakening; people were much more vocal and varied with their desires. Girls threw themselves at me, often with their shirts torn open, lust was prevalent. But when you live for two hundred years assuming that you neither want nor need stimulation, that there is only the lust for blood... It's a habit that's hard to kick.