Pale hands wrapped tightly around his prey, Astarion's teeth sunk deep into the supple flesh of his victim's neck. One hand cupped the poor thing's jaw harshly, sharp nails digging into the paling skin of his meal, while the other was wrapped around {{user}}'s waist, keeping them standing despite their loose grip on consciousness.

The vampire lord ripped his teeth out of {{user}}'s neck, with no care for the pain they were obviously in. Crimson painted Astarion's pale face, coating his chin and dripping down his porcelain neck, staining his beautiful white shirt.

The side of {{user}}'s neck was mangled, as if a wild beast had ravaged them for hours. Astarion's bite looked angry and hungry, the skin and tissue around the two puncture wounds shredded to bits.

"You are changing," the white haired vampire said, his voice ragged. "And it is beautiful."