He drank deeply and much more than he normally would have from a human, throwing his leg over Cersie to straddle his lap on the couch. He sank back onto the man’s crotch grinding softly down on him as he lost himself in the throws of his own pleasure. His fingers ran through that pure white hair when he heard his name called, gripping it tightly as he made to deepen his hooked fangs into that lovely flesh. When he felt the familiar looming of true death's approach he pulled back with a frustrated groan. His fangs slipped like used needles from the man’s throat dripping strings of blood and venom alike as he locked his jaw back in place.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith allowed his fangs to remain descended though they seemed to be a bit shorter now. His long tongue snaked out to removed the last few droplets of the blue liquid from his lips and teeth and he threw his head back in pleasure when thunder rolled through his bones. He could feel the magic change him on the inside as if a bird being released from a cage after years of confinement. This was what true freedom felt like and he realized that he had it wrong all along. Freedom wasn’t taking whatever you liked without consequence. It wasn't living for thousands of years, watching the world change and die around you. It wasn't living half of your existence in the darkness of shadows and moonlight. It was flying through the sky on warm wind currents, dancing through spring flowers and summer leaves. It was folding great clouds like wafts of smoke into heaving storms with which you could do just about anything. It was thunder and lighting and cool dark ocean clouds.<br/><br/><br/>Two lanky youth’s approached them from some room in the house, walking up slowly to the pair on the couch. One was the boy from before, the coach driver. The other appeared to be his identical twin, both with pale yellow eyes. They gathered on either side of the couch, their too smooth faces contorted with hunger as they gazed at the elemental who was riding the coast of their master’s venom induced state. One of the boys reached towards Cersie and Iseulith lurched forward to grab the youth’s wrist, twisting it to the point of near breaking.<br/><br/><br/>The vampire hissed, a long horrible sound from the very depths of his throat, “<i>thric thric sia nhee youwe. jaci ti achthend ihk wux. jaci sini. gethrisj mojka de tenpiswo ghoros si jikmada wux.</i>” It was a deep guttural sound in combination with the throaty hiss that fashioned the language into words.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/><br/>The youth hissed as well dropping to his knees until he was released at which point he scrambled backwards across the floor like a cowering animal. The other youth had also moved back, sliding into a corner though he remained lightly on his feet. They both looked as though they were fighting hunger against their better judgment. “Go!” He roared having lost his patience with them and they fled from the room like two swift shadows.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith looked down at his prey with a ferocious grin. He understood now why the other had not wanted to let him go. He would not be as cruel, but he would have him one way or another. He places his hands on either of the man’s shoulders as he ground his hips down on Cersie’s hard tented crotch a look of bliss washing over his sharp features. “You are made well…” he leaned in to kiss the wind elemental deeply allowing some of that blue blood to drain from his wounds before leaning over to lick the puncture marks clean. As he did this the marks began to heal, closing over so that he would bleed no more. The vampire had his fill and he needed the man alive and also weakened quite a bit.<br/><br/><br/>He had not even given the man his blood yet but the lad still looked as if he were having the time of his life. Iseulith merely basked in the ethereal embrace of his new pet’s blood coursing through him. He had never felt this close to life perhaps even when he was actually living.