By now, Lorelei had been wiggling around on the ground like a helpless worm for at least a few minutes, the dead leaves beneath her crunching under her weight and her frantic motions. She hated feeling this weak; how was it that one could be a supernatural being, the like of which has inspired fear and horror in the minds of humanity for centuries, and still fall at the mercy of an unsuspecting human treading upon her in her time of utmost need?
When she heard someone coming, she was hoping it would be another vampire. They would, without a doubt, have recognized Lorelei's condition and have slain a boar for her to drain, perhaps even a naíve witch or wizard. Instead, she was greeted by an individual belonging to the group of people she usually preyed upon; a wizard stupid enough to come into the forest on their own accord, for whatever reason.
He seemed eager to help, however he seemed just as oblivious as to who - or what - Lorelei really was. As he brought the cup of water he had just poured her near her chin, it took every last bit of self-control she could muster to not sink her fangs into his palm right away and drink him up. She had not felt such a primeval thirst since the day Kazimir had first transformed her. That night, he raided a nearby village with her. The bloodshed was as nourishing as it was exhilarating to Lorelei. Something about the muggles fleeing and screaming and begging in terror was incredibly amusing to her. She loved the feeling of being in power.
Today, the stranger was the one in power, though. He could very well kill her in this very moment if he so decided. She could be dead with a single fling of his wand, or he could simply snap her neck, were he of the more brutish type. Be that as it may, there were only two possible outcomes to the situation; dying or staying alive. She shook her head in denial frantically as he tried to make her drink the water and whimpered, while looking up at him: >>No... I need... your wrist... please...<< Her voice was breathy and parched. She opened her mouth, so the stranger could see her fangs. She began to cry, partially to inspire sympathy in the stranger, but partially because the pain from the convulsions she was experiencing had become absolutely unbearable.
She was fully at his mercy now.
When she heard someone coming, she was hoping it would be another vampire. They would, without a doubt, have recognized Lorelei's condition and have slain a boar for her to drain, perhaps even a naíve witch or wizard. Instead, she was greeted by an individual belonging to the group of people she usually preyed upon; a wizard stupid enough to come into the forest on their own accord, for whatever reason.
He seemed eager to help, however he seemed just as oblivious as to who - or what - Lorelei really was. As he brought the cup of water he had just poured her near her chin, it took every last bit of self-control she could muster to not sink her fangs into his palm right away and drink him up. She had not felt such a primeval thirst since the day Kazimir had first transformed her. That night, he raided a nearby village with her. The bloodshed was as nourishing as it was exhilarating to Lorelei. Something about the muggles fleeing and screaming and begging in terror was incredibly amusing to her. She loved the feeling of being in power.
Today, the stranger was the one in power, though. He could very well kill her in this very moment if he so decided. She could be dead with a single fling of his wand, or he could simply snap her neck, were he of the more brutish type. Be that as it may, there were only two possible outcomes to the situation; dying or staying alive. She shook her head in denial frantically as he tried to make her drink the water and whimpered, while looking up at him: >>No... I need... your wrist... please...<< Her voice was breathy and parched. She opened her mouth, so the stranger could see her fangs. She began to cry, partially to inspire sympathy in the stranger, but partially because the pain from the convulsions she was experiencing had become absolutely unbearable.
She was fully at his mercy now.