It was nearly turning to day when Ehren had gotten Katerina tucked into bed. He spent time and care to clean her up after feeding her some of the bellboy who he had sent off with false memories of the nights occurrences. When she was asleep and recovering, he took his place on the floor at the foot of the bed. A pillow was mushed underneath his head, most of his clothes folded neatly next to him. He lay merely in a pair of jeans, trying his hardest to close his eyes and sleep the day away.
It was hours after staring at the glow of the curtains that he finally rested his eyes, but the ache in his fangs didn't allow him to sleep long.
I can rip arms out of sockets.. tear throats from unknowing victims... I can run faster than the blink of an eye and change the memories of the humans I drink from, but the fucking light is enough to burn me to ash while it keeps me trapped and starving!
A calloused hand pulled through long blond locks impatiently as he got up to start to pace the room. His bare feet padded silently against the carpet as he moved along the side of the room away from the window. Back and forth. Back and forth. The man kept glancing over to Kat, each time his fang piercing his tongue harshly to remind himself that she was in no position to sustain him. He would then look back to the wall and begin his pacing once more as if he were a caged animal.
When the sun was no longer a threat, he roughly pulled his clothes on and left the room, pulling on his shoes as he trudged down the hall. There was a place he knew of that could get you just about anything you needed. The only problem was the Society but at the moment he was desperate. He had taken too much time with Katerina that he skipped a night of feeding, and when that happens the next night was never pretty unless some kind of control was forced upon him.
Blood bags. I'm going to have to resort to freakin' blood bags. Ehren mumbled to himself. He was a strong, feral pureblood vampire. Why on Earth should he care about whether someone lived or died on the behalf of his survival? It was because if he allowed himself to do that, he wouldn't be able to stop. He'd be a hypocrite for preaching to others that no one had to die - that no one should die for the lack of his self control. The fact that all he wanted at the moment was to sink his fangs into the woman he left back in bed made it worse.
Ehren had a hard time letting go, especially recently in the middle of his feral diet again. His feeding habits always got worse, always got more crazed when he took this route, but the threat of others and his past experiences pushed him to find more strength, and if that meant being a little crazy, it was worth it.
Wasn't it?
Finding his way to a rumored place that would help him, he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and continued to grumble to himself about what he was about to do. He walked up and down alleyways, listening for anything that would give Caroline away. Anything, he pleaded to himself, but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. All those he passed on his way here still had their scents lingering in his nose and if didn't find something - someone - to eat soon, he'd fear he'd gnaw his tongue off in his attempts of self control.