James enjoys the feed and does not want to stop, but Dorian's firm voice pierces the euphoria instructing him that he has to stop feeding now. The gentle tug at his honey blonde locks serves as encouragement and he slowly pulls his fangs free giving the bite on final lap of his tongue. He releases their victim and watches as the semi-unconcious man crumples onto the cold ground. Turning towards Dorian James is the very image of a vampire, beautiful, almost innocent in appearance but with his pale chin and lips stained with the blood of the young man.

James makes a soft mewling sound as he steps close to Dorian. "I wasn't finished, he is so sweet. We can just dump his body in the forest or in the sea and no one will ever know." His pink tongue flicks out collecting the blood from his bottom lip. Blue eyes almost glow in the darkness as he presses his body up to Dorian's and licks the elder's lips too taking away the last of the blood. "What if we can't find another one who is as tasty?"