<sup><strong>Cappius - Favoured slave</strong></sup><br/><br/>Cappius reacts almost by instinct as the power of Isabel's blood beckons him, and he gracefully moves up to her, slightly brushing her dress. He lowers his head, breathing in her scent, his addiction, intoxicating. The need for her blood is growing, almost overwhelming, the hunger for Isabels reward makes his previous thoughts disperse.<br/><br/><strong>“Your biddings?”</strong>