Caleb smiled and started ripping into his prey, using his newly acquired sharp fangs to tear into the flesh beneath them, drinking the vampires blood. At first the taste was revolting and he gagged, but once he kept it down and drank more the blonde realized that it really wasn't all that bad, it was actually kind of good. Sure it would probably taste really good with some vodka in it, but the way it tasted on it own was fine too. Especially that last drop. It was the best. He could feel the vampire below him dying with that last drop, being drained of the substance that kept him alive even though being a vampire really isn't being alive.<br/><br/>"Tasty," Caleb groaned, rubbing his slender stomach before his hands traveled to his makers shoulders, looking directly into the eyes of the slender male who had made him a vampire. "In light of actually not being alive, I have never felt so alive." Caleb's voice was happy, ecstatic even. He wanted to do a back flip and run through the streets at night, feel the air on his face as he pushed his new body to move as fast as he could. Hopefully sex in this body was going to be just as good if not better. "Whatever you have done to me, it's greatly appreciated. I want to sing it from the rooftops and kill more and fuck any man that wants me. Is this natural?" Caleb realized that he was rambling and closed his mouth automatically but kept his hands on his makers shoulders.<br/><br/>"Sorry. Sometimes I get a little hyper..." The blonde apologized, looking down at his feet and pulling his hands back to himself. "Anyways. What's your name? Or should I just call you maker? Maybe daddy?" Caleb chuckled at his own joke, running a hand through his hair and smiling like a doofus.