Can Vampires Drink Other Vampires Blood 소설 & 이야기

' he says, 'Worried, I won't stop. Reaper mind-links me. 'Luna, vampires can only drink from their blood flames once marked. Any other blood is equivalent to starving themselves. He hasn't been able to stop thinking of drinking your blood, the taste and the adrenalin it gave him since the moment he first tasted you. He is afraid of harming you and may kill you if he cannot control himself while drinking from you. It has happened with many blood flames before, where half of them have died, drained of blood.'

Guilt, sadness, and fear flashed her eyes. It was rare for vampires to feed on each other. Only the ones with the royal blood could do that. That was how superior they were. They gain strength through feeding blood and energy. Their preys were not limited, unlike other vampires. The most they could feed on were from either a black rose, a black knight or an animal. “I’m so afraid, Mommy,” she started as she sat back on the ground. She hid her bloody hands on her back. “I know, darling. Still, I want you to know that you did well.”

It was tempting to drown my sorrows, but that would have taken a whole hell of a lot of liquor. Vampires can consume alcohol - and just about every other human comestible, as far as I know, contrary to popular belief - but it has a very minimal effect on us. I'd have to drink the whole top shelf to get wasted.

I was about to say that I'd never given him blood, but I had. "To bond with another Vampire you'd have to link," Karen said. "And you can only do that because you're drinking each other's blood at the same time." "Oh my God," I said. I'd almost drained Paul one night. The next evening he was so weak that it scared me. He'd asked me for some of my blood to boost him, and despite my misgivings I'd shared some of my blood with him. He had immediately felt better. But could that have been a blood exchange? I mean, he was drained one night and I gave him my blood the next night, which was mostly his blood in the first place.

It's what my body craves, what it needs. My wolf Dante and I have a rhythm when it comes to a hunt; the vampire always eats first. Most vampires absolutely can’t stand the idea of being close to a dead animal, let alone tearing it apart and eating it dead. In fact, if a vampire accidentally drinks “dead” blood, it can mean extreme sickness for months. I have to be extremely careful not to kill the animal, but instead leave it still plenty alive so I can shift first. It’s a delicate balance we’ve more than mastered.

The situation was becoming more urgent by the day. Even though vampires could eat normal food like other creatures, they only ate in small portions and mostly for appearances or enjoyment. What truly sustained them, what kept their bodies strong and their minds sharp, was blood. Not just any blood, but fresh, potent blood, especially from newly turned or newborns vampires whose energy was still wild and untamed. The elders knew it. Aurora knew it. And whether they liked it or not, they would need more soon.

A big-tittied blonde rubbed herself against him. He pushed her away and took another small sip from his cup. The bartender's blood was exactly how he thought it would. Exciting. Spicy. Delicious. It made his cock throb, one of the girls by his side noticed his large cock and she giggled, rubbing it gently, and he let her please herself. Another sire vampire by his side was drinking directly from the neck of a man. It was disgusting, Vladimir scoffed. The way his race had evolved and become nothing more than savage animals. Biting and drinking blood like they were always starving.

She chuckled. “Yes, we do that too. But we are here to serve them a greater purpose. We fill them with their supply of blood. Also, vampires don’t share blood with other vampires. So, the humans you’ve seen so far, belong to someone here. Usually, the ones they are closer to or walking with…” I thought about the girl I saw the other day on our way to the vamp house for breakfast. She looked like she had just come back from swimming, and she was walking behind a vampire. Both of them were looking at me but then they disappeared into the woods.

He spits more blood out on the floor and pulls his shirt off, tossing it to the ground. Turning to me, I see rotten flesh peeling from his torso. It explained the stench. “As a Vampire you have no one, Bella. No one to teach you that Wolf blood is dangerous to us. That it becomes so addictive that you can’t stop yourself from wanting more. But at the same time it’s our poison. We poison ourselves.” He laughs and shakes his head as though it was one big joke. “Rogues can feed on Wolves and be fine, but Vampires,” he sighs, “Vampires can only drink human blood and by the time I found out, it was too late."

But then he waves his wrist pointedly towards my mouth and says, ‘I can’t promise much, but it should revitalise you at least a little. The last time I drank from my Sire, I’d still been human. I don’t actually remember that night, for human memories are fleeting, and it was more than thirty years ago. I swallow. It’s not forbidden to drink from another vampire, but it isn’t exactly common practice. Canus does it all the time, of course, but he has his bloodline curse as an excuse, and it’s also more acceptable to drink from one’s progeny than to drink from other vampires. There’s another exception to this minor social taboo: vampires bound to each other in matrimony. Drinking blood from eac