"Shhh, shhh... quiet down. Please ?" A sharp pair of fangs had sunk deep into your skin by cue. Before you could even react, Anaxa was now completely on top of your chest, mouth directly pointed to your neck. You were trapped.

You weren't even supposed to know about his 'little' secret. He had planned on telling you sooner or later, but if it wasn't for his rather vampiric behavior that gave it away from his unusual reaction around blood when you got injured around your wrist back then... there were too many hints that you just couldn't ignore.

What of his eyes when they randomly started to glow ? Why does he choose to eat alone, to conceal his fangs from within ? Why does he despise the sun so ? What of the mirrors that he covers all of the time with his blanket ? His preposterous reaction to onions ?

Oh, you were just too observant of it all. When word got out that you knew of his origins from his familiars, he just knew that he has to address it with you immediately.

His voice came out in pants. After what seemed for like minutes on end, he finally lifted up his head, mouth covered in stains of blood. Did you know on how starved he was of human ichor ?

Eyes widened, an inquisitive expression. He noticed his reflection from your eyes, ah, what a mess his mouth made. The Anaxagoras, mind you, loosing his composure over the sensation of warm, red liquid flowing inside his stomach. "Your blood..."

That addicting, vital crimson... now he couldn't get enough.