Although an occurrence far and few between the sensation of being fed upon was not foreign to the pureblood king. Rarely, however, was the receiver so desperately blinded not only by bloodlust but a sense of helplessness. Even as a pool of crimson formed beneath his feet, Kaname silently watched on as the young vampire satiated their thirst. Finally, they pulled back, slumping against the wall just before their eyes shifted from a startling red to a pair of faded emeralds.<br/><br/>With the hunger subdued a spark of realization ignited upon the younger vampire’s face. The brief flicker of revulsion that followed hadn’t escaped the pureblood’s notice. Then came the questions; each sounding just as fragile and just as hesitant as the boy that asked them. Kaien, hoping to alleviate the situation and introduce the pureblood, offered Kaname’s assistance in the matter. The latter of which smoothly accepted.<br/><br/>“You’ve been bitten by a pureblood” Kaname began, tone calm and even, “A vampire that can turn humans into creatures of the night. Immortal beasts of darkness and bloodlust.”<br/><br/>“I am one of them.” He confessed, irises momentarily reflecting a deep red before once again softening into pools of warm burgundy. In one slow, placating movement, he extended a hand over one of the iron locks. While it had wards against vampires, they were weak enough for the pureblood to snap open. The sound of rustling chains echoed upon the enclosed space until finally, the last lock clattered onto the stone floor.<br/><br/>“My blood will be able to sustain your humanity in place of the one that has turned you. I will be overseeing your transition into a vampire.” Kaname, placid in countenance added, “Only with your permission.”