Dracula had gotten a couple drinks down before Dimitri showed up.<br/>The smell of the new comer's blood hit Dracula hard and fast.  The scent of the blood set of Dracula's  bloodlust. He took a deep breath, taking in as much of the sweet smelling liquid as he stood up.<br/>Draco reached over and grabbed the sleeve of his friend's jacket.<br/>" Don't do it, man. It's not worth it, sit back down. You'll be exposed and then everyone would know your a vampire." Draco tried pleading with the man.<br/>Dracula ignored his friend, pulling away, at that point there was no stopping the vampire, he was going to get to that blood no matter what.<br/>By the time he got to the other side of the room, some sense came back to Dracula. He stopped behind Dimitri, putting his hand on his shoulder.<br/>" Not to be a burden and all but you are bleeding, I'd happen to notice when you walked in." Dracula informed the man, fighting back the urge to rip the man's throat out. He glanced down at where the blood at began to stain his shirt. Oh god! How he wanted to sink his fangs into Dimitri and suck him dry of blood.<br/>" Would you like me to help you bandage your wound?" Dracula asked breaking eye contact with the blood.