The next night, I watched utterly horrified as Marcos leaned down and bit into his smooth alabaster skin. I made a slight movement in a vain effort to stop him, but he gently pushed me aside.
"It does not hurt," he whispered as I stared at the bright red liquid slowly dripping from the open wound. He put his arms around me and drew me closer to him "There is no need to be frightened my dear, I will not harm you."
I looked at him quizickly, trying to discern what exactly his intentions towards me were. My eyes however were transfixed on the blood dripping from his wrist and I felt my body pulsating with a desire I had never felt before. I saw him smile sardonically at me as he nodded towards his punctured wrist.
"You want this, do you not? There is no need to hide your feelings from me, I can tell. You feel a desire unlike anything you have ever experienced before. Darling, give into that desire, drink..."
He brought his wrist towards me dry lips and I felt compelled to grab him and take everything he had to offer...life everlasting. Now was the time for decisions and being the impetuous youth I ahd always been, I took his offer without even contemplating the consquences of my actions. I brought my mouth up to his outstretched arm, and closed my lips around the wound. I felt the blood trickle into my mouth, it tantilized my taste buds. This was pleasure, pure and simple. No other words to describe it. My desire for life was being sated, yet the more and more I took in of his cursed blood, the more a desire for blood built. My breathing escalated as I felt my body tremble with a desire I could not seem to control. I grasped his shoulder and brought him closer to me so I could be at last closer to the thing I desired most. In that instant I felt at one with him, our souls sang in time with the rhythmic beating of our hearts. As I took in more of the essence of his being, I felt a desire building in him as well. He kissed my forehead and sighed softly.
"My love," he whispered wrapping both arms around me as I continued to drink.
As I drank, I saw images of Marcos when he was but a fledgling. A young one prowling the streets of Vienna in search of innocents to fulfill his craving for human lives and I witnessed his desperate search for others of his kind. All of this came to me with a sudden clarity, and I finally understood the decision I had made. I was no longer a human being, I was dead, yet I was not. I was not completely dead for my soul had no escape from this human form. This was a startling revelation to me, and even though I began to regret the dangerous path I had chosen, I could not deny the bloodthirsty desire that grew and grew the more I drank.
Finally Marcos lifted my chin and said, "Enough my love, I cannot give you anymore without destroying myself."
I pouted like the child I once had been before this fateful night had changed me. "I am still thirsty," I protested moving towards him trying to get more of this overwhelming delicious blood that flowed from him like wine.
"There will be time, but daylight is fastly approaching. Come with me," he beckoned rising and walking towards a shadowy building.
I paused for a moment trying to understand what had just happened and what was happening in my final moments of human existance.
"My dear, if you want to live, you must follow me," he told me his sad brown eyes begging me to follow. "You will always be sage with me," he whispered as I took his hand and followed him into the building.