He should have been protesting, he should have been fighting. Instead, Ryah sunk down into the plush large couch. His head felt thick and heavy, like it was full of cotton candy. He was only dimly aware of the vampire's eyes going black like dark chips of gleaming onyx.<br/><br/>His head lolled back, coming to rest against the couch as he felt something hot and wet on his arm. The vampire was drinking from him, the back of his mind realized. It...it felt kind of nice. Ryah wanted to blame it on the pill, the drug he'd been forced to take.<br/><br/>Biting down on his lower lip, he let out a small noise, a groan caught halfway in his throat. He didn't even realize his eyes had fallen shut. Forcing them open, Ryah reached his hand out, caught the vampire's shirt in a weak grasp before his jelly fingers lost their grip and his arm fell back down.<br/><br/>He was struck by the vampire's looks. His silvery hair--was it blond or white-- his pale, pale skin and the blood dripping down his chin. How striking he looked.