Mithias' eyes opened into glowing red slits as he drank. Yes, it was satisfying. Yes it was invigorating and empowering, but all that novelty of experience becomes cliche after a few thousand feedings. He had to be cautious and extremely attentive this time. He drank until the pressure waned, until Hank's struggling gave way to weakness, and the heart dropped its speed. He could feel it, hear it even, as he lay the man's body in the grass. Taking one of his daggers, Mithias held open a wound in his arm and dripped his own blood into Hank's unconscious mouth. This should work... Mithias actually had no idea if this was going to work. 

The vampire gave a good amount of blood. Who knew what it would take, but the man didn't move. Putting his head on Hank's chest, Mithias checked what he should have already been able to hear but... the heart had stopped. Sitting up, Mithais waited anxiously. It was his first time doing this, and he felt like an imbecile. Eventually, he ran a hand through his hair, as was his anxious habit. Letting his fingers slowly pass over his head, his black hair settling behind him, he looked up to the cloudy night sky and exhaled a long, bereaved sigh. He had completely fucked it up. 

"Perhaps it is for the best." Mithias kept his mourning short and got up. He walked over to the burning RV and noticed something reflecting the firelight off the ground. It was Hank's photo album, dropped from his arms when Mithias first lashed him. Being a sentimental fellow, he couldn't help but pick it up and thumb through the photos. 

One of the pictures had some writing, "Happy birthday, Hank! Love..." There were pictures of family, houses, a dog... Mithias closed the book. He'd look at it in more detail later, maybe just to pass the time. There really was no logical reason to keep it, however. He left Hank's dead body in the grass to be recovered  and returned to his people later.

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Footsteps sounded in the stone halls where Llusia, Mo, Bedivere and Martin were gathered, only these were soft and subtle. The meeting appeared to have ended. Mithias looked... weary. 

Mithias was impressed that the human he had seen earlier was still alive, and wearing different clothing. He was fast-talking, which is what you did when you were flesh and blood around vampires. Mithias stopped and stared at the four of them, specifically at Martin. "You must be particularly good." He stated without any explanation. Mithias had no idea that the meeting didn't end with the expected resolution.