Min Yu watched Caleb. He liked having his fledgling underneath him, unable and unwilling to shove him away or tell him off. Min Yu knew that Caleb couldn’t resist the blood that dripped over him for long. He was so young.<em>And stupid</em>. Min Yu had also been young and stupid at one point in time. He recalled the first time he had foolishly sunken his teeth into Frederick, breaking his sire’s skin and slipping his blood. Min Yu hadn’t done it in a misguided attempt to feed. The reaction had just been one of poor temper and anger with Frederick.<br/><br/>It hadn’t been bad, at least not at first. The taste of his sire’s blood on his tongue and the slide down the back of his throat had tasted very similar to the sweet taste of vampire blood. But that was the only similarity it had possessed. A few seconds after Min Yu had swallowed it he had realized his mistake. Watchers weren’t supposed to drink the blood of other watchers, just as watchers weren’t supposed to drink the blood of humans. It had been revolting. Rancid, almost, and Min Yu had felt sick only a minute after his first swallow. He had spent half an hour raking his fingers in his mouth and trying to get the lingering aftertaste of Frederick’s blood out of him.<br/><br/>Just as Frederick’s blood had been to him, so too would his blood be like that to Caleb too. Fine, with the first lick and swallow, but unbearable once the body recognized what it had just consumed. It really was a cruel trick for Min Yu to play on his fledgling, to get Caleb to taste his blood without explanation or warning. But it wasn’t like he had encouraged the little watcher to do it, and he had to learn at some point, correct? Min Yu thought he was doing quite well in teaching his fledgling so far. What better way to teach than to allow Caleb to make mistakes so he’d learn and know better next time?<br/><br/>Min Yu grinned as he looked down at Caleb. He cut himself again with the glass and let more of his blood dribble over the blond’s face, his neck, and even his chest. Min Yu reached with his fingers and started smearing his blood all over Caleb’s skin. “Frederick won’t like you, not at first. He won’t like the smell of you or the sight of you. And he most definitely wouldn’t like the taste of you.”<br/><br/>“But,” he said as he drew out his words, his pale fingers now stained with red as he danced his fingers across Caleb’s, painting his fledgling with his blood. “If you smell like<em>me</em>I think he’ll take more kindly to you. Because Frederick likes me, you know? Frederick likes me a lot. I'm his darling little precious fledgling that he doesn't ever want to let go away."<br/><br/>“You better hope this works,” he said as he pressed the pads of his fingers along the curve of Caleb’s jaw. “Else there won’t be enough of you to scrap together to even put into a dog bowl.”