<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6sRCuI3.jpg?1)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Maéla Dietrich<br/><strong>Rank: </strong> Freshman<br/><strong>Race: </strong> Vampire, Newborn<br/><strong>Classes: </strong>Alchemy, Black Magic, Advanced Potions<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Maéla's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Petty Thief<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sylvin, Open</span></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">  As expected, Sylvin was startled by Maéla's sudden appearance. This made her giddy with excitement. Even moreso due to the fact that he was willing and accepting of her offer. What a sweet, kind boy. The blushing on the boy's cheek caused her to giggle. <strong>"Dunt vorry, Sylvin~"</strong> She cooed, releasing one of his wrists only to cup his cheek in her hand, gingerly. The palm of her hand was cold against his reddened skin. Her tone turned a little more serious at her next statement however. <strong>"But.. yuu duu 'ave to stop me if yuu start to feel zick. Okay?"</strong> Maéla wasn't yet sure how much was too much and it would depend on Sylvin if he didn't want to be completely drained of every last drop of blood in his body. She didn't want to hurt the boy, but it was rather difficult to stop once she had started. Maéla licked her lips, leaning in close to Sylvin, drinking in his scent. He had smelled so good, every since she had first began talking to him and hse was dying for a taste of elven blood. It would be a completely new experience and she couldn't deny that he smelled as sweet as honey to her. <br/><br/>Before Sylvin could change his mind or protest, Maéla popped onto her tip toes to reach him better and leaned in. Her nose grazed his neck, nuzzling it lightly. A few strands on her hair had tickled his skin as well. She could hear his little heart racing with.. fear? anticipation? She couldn't tell, but it was music to her ears. Maéla made him wait a little while longer, hoping he'd get even more nervous at their close proximity. This would quicken his pulse, and cause his blood to slip into her mouth with much more ease. Maéla placed her lips upon his neck, her own breathing had quickened with the thrill of a hunt. Finally, her fangs sunk into his skin and she found herself gripping onto him tighter, moaning softly in pleasure as the liquid burst onto her tongue and down her throat. His blood taste a lot like he smelled; sweet and delicate. Light. Her eyes closed, sucking the puncture wounds of his skin. Both her arms slipped around Sylvin's neck, pulling him into place. To anyone would walked by, it would probably look as if they were embraced into an intimate hug. <br/><br/></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>