Alyxander was strong in his opposition against consuming human blood, or any human-like creature for that matter. These vampires were not monsters though they drank he blood of humans. But he didn't want to be a vampire, he didn't want to be reminded and guilty over any harm he caused anyone; condemned to death or free and healthy.<span style="color: #BF0000">'But you are a vampire. He is to die anyways. Why not do him the mercy?'</span><span style="color: #00BFFF">'No; people are people, condemned prisoner or not, he does not deserve to become a meal.'</span>He was snapped back into reality when he noticed the elder of the vampires was beckoning him forward to speak. He stepped in.<span style="font-style: italic">"You were given food to sustain you until you healed. Now that you are here, you may feed as you were meant to. You need to do this at least once a month. Living off rodents and chickens will make you weak. The blood meal does make you sate a craving. The man will die within the hour. If you wish not to draw his essence that is alright."</span>His vampire instincts, a side of him that he had kept closed out and nearly dead for so long, wanted so badly to take up on this offer. The one chance at human blood where it would be acceptable and humane. "May I see this prisoner who is condemned to death?"