Must keep those black wings folded [VERY OPEN]

[draculalite]

Who: Raphael and dinner YOU!
When: Some random evening anytime within the next few weeks (hello bendytime)
Where: Isolated areas of the city, your pick specifically where.
Summary: Raphael goes hunting for prey in the shadows of the city.
Warnings: Violence and blood and neck-biting.

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[perfectpawn]

Albert is still pretty sure that the only dangerous thing in Siren's Port was the darkness and the monsters that came with it. And the Underground Mall was darkness proofed. So it was always totally safe, right? Which is why he completely shocked by the sudden threat. Trying desperately not to panic, he tries bravado first.

"What do you want?"

[Yeeeaah, I pretty much had to do this to him. He needs to learn to stay away from blue space vampires. I hope the mall was an okay location?]

[draculalite]

Still gripping the man's shoulder, Raphael began to steer him into one of the abandoned hallways of the building, away from anyone who might walk by.

"A simple matter, monsieur," he said.

Once they were a good distance into one of the alleys, Raphael slammed the man against the wall, holding his arms behind his back and leaning in close over his shoulder... seemingly content just to breathe in his ear for the moment.

[Perfect.]

[perfectpawn]

"What the hell do you think you're- Ugh!"

His protest ended when he hit the wall. Great. He was about to be mugged by some stranger in the mall. Some very creepy stranger. How did he always manage to get into these kinds of messes? Like hell he's accepting this without a fight. He attempts to twist around and free himself from the man's surprisingly strong grasp. When that doesn't work, he'll try swinging a leg back to hopefully kick him.

[I figure that in a contest of straight strength, 'vampire' beats 'teenage French aristocrat.']

[draculalite]

The curse's strength increased in the darkness, and Raphael was easily able to overpower the young man... though the kick was annoying. He was certainly energetic, though... his blood would be full of life and energy for Amy.

"It will be so much easier if you refrain from struggling," he said darkly.

Without further ado, he leaned into the side of the teenager's neck, sharpened teeth puncturing the soft flesh and sinking in deep. Raphael's eyes lit up as he began to feed.

[Hey, what do you know, Raphael is himself a French aristocrat, who also hates French aristocrats!]

[perfectpawn]

Albert is never one to listen to advice. Even good advice. So he keeps right on struggling. Until he feels fangs on his neck. No. Just... no way. This wasn't really happening, was it? This was like something out of a horror novel. Or maybe he was dreaming? That could be it. He'd had that really weird dream about the Count being a vampire once. But it doesn't feel like a dream. His renewed struggles are weaker, owing to the blood loss, and his voice is weak.

"St- stop... Let me... go."

[draculalite]

Raphael would never get over the odd taste and the filthy feeling of drinking a man's blood, but even a man's blood fresh was better than a woman's out of one of those disgusting plastic bags. Laced with chemicals and stale... nothing like this, fresh and hot and pulsing, complete with that wonderful pain...

He knew he could not feed for long without attracting too much attention, so he had only been drinking for a score of seconds before he pulled away. His hand dug into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, which he pressed hard against the wound on the side of the boy's neck, pushing him down onto his knees.

"It would behoove you to stay still," he hissed quietly around a mouthful of blood. His other hand was pulling out a small metal apparatus attached to a plastic blood bag, empty.

There was a sharp sting of pressed as Raphael pushed the metal piece into the fresh wound. The bag began to fill with deep red blood, in time with the boy's rapid heartbeat.

[perfectpawn]

Albert was too dizzy from a combination of panic and blood loss to put up much of a fight at this point. Some detached part of his mind wondered if it was common for vampires to bring home leftovers. It somehow made the whole situation slightly more surreal. That same part of his brain was wondering if this was how he was going to die....

[OOC: I know it was noted that the victims would all survive, but can I have him require medical attention? I want to make a call for help after this is over.]

[draculalite]

He couldn't take much. People were unfortunately weak when it came to the volume of blood he could drain from them, and it would attract far more attention if he left a trail of bodies in his wake.

Let it never be said that Raphael Sorel was not merciful!

Once the bag was full to his satisfaction, Raphael tugged out the metal appliance, shoving the handkerchief back against the boy's bleeding neck. He released his victim, allowing him to slump to the ground as he sealed up the bag of blood.

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart, monsieur," Raphael whispered, leaning in close over the boy's body. "Though I do recommend you stay down for a while... trust me."

[Medical attention is 100% cool with me and makes perfect sense.]

[perfectpawn]

"Who...? What...?"

But he couldn't manage to piece together a coherent question before the whole thing was over. Stay down? Maybe that was the best idea. To just lay still for a little while. And maybe call Franz. Who would probably be mad. He was always mad about things like this. Even when it wasn't Albert's fault.

[draculalite]

Blood secure in his satchel, Raphael had stolen off into the shadows before any questions could be asked, or before anybody else could see him.

His thirst had been sated. Amy, however, would be waiting for him, and she would enjoy this man's blood even more than Raphael did.

Only the best for his precious daughter.