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[color=6ecff6]"Of course."[/color]

Solenne couldn't help but sport a smile from the response. She had taken in the proof and confession of his curse in a stride Solenne could only think could've come from another of the Cursed kind. Solenne remembered a lycanthrope he had become tense friends with. He wondered how the alcoholic bastard was for a split second before another question came from Mia's lips. The next question he was so sure was coming after the first. 

[color=6ecff6]"All the people you feed from...do they all...die?"[/color]

A hard shudder of sadness came from the man. He was no saint that's for sure. He had killed many in his time...from feeding and otherwise. But it was always the beast below that would kill. Never him. He had to show her that "I don't kill those I feed from while I'm me" he rubbed the back of his neck before walking over towards her and entwining their fingers together "Let's head off...this conversation can wait." he smiled gently and began walking out of the cafe, the moon lit street very empty at the later hours of the night. Solenne smiled at Mia as they walked, hand in hand. The conversation flowed easily between the two, the walk to Mia’s house flew by quickly in amongst tales of home from Mia and tales of grandeur from Solenne. Some of Solenne’s tales included some audacious memories of the the parties in Greece, the plays in the presence of the Queen, working with Shakespeare to help him on Midsummer Nights Dream. Solenne winced gently, the hunger was coming back...and he felt as though he needed Mia’s blood rushing over his lips. He had to feed soon before the beast came out

“He said I made a very good Oberon…” the vampire laughed “and here we are” Solenne smiled at Mia, red eyes tracing each and every aspect of her face. He already trusted her with his deepest secrets, except for the one thing he had been so very afraid to show anyone. He stepped closer to her, placing his hand to her cheek. His thumb brushed the cheekbone gently “Mia…” he moved his head towards hers, giving a small kiss to her lips “I trust you...enough to show you you this...to share this with you…but...I need to do this or...” his voice became a gentle whisper as he trailed off. He rolled his head gently, the fangs sliding out “I hope you trust me…” he said quietly before plunging his fangs in to her neck. The blood rushed over his lips and he was sated by the first gulp. He retracted his fangs and licked the spot he bit, healing the wounds quickly. He was shocked. The hunger had faded so quickly from her blood. He stepped back from Mia,  looking at her to wait for a reaction to his feeding from her..