Amor Sanguinum (Yandere Vampire Feitan x Reader)

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Feitan sits up, wipes at his mouth with the dorsum of his hand, and licks the blood left on it. He's quick to remove himself from his victim, and he looks at his work. Much better, much cleaner. Quicker and with more precision, he's gotten better at feeding. Blood was still splattered over the floor, dripping from his mouth and making its way down his chin, but compared to his earlier kills this was an improvement.

All of his last kills were driven by starvation, leading a staggering Feitan to attack anything that moved, anything to satiate his bottomless stomach. It was his own fault for depriving himself of what he needed because it seemed gross. Feitan was able to hold off in the beginning, watching his already notoriously picky diet be whittled down to lizards and birds he could catch and crush in his hands, sucking the blood out of them when people weren't looking. All in an attempt to avoid outright dirtying his palette with human blood. The first time he did it, he almost threw up from how disgusted he was with himself.

The urge to drink human blood was always present, but Feitan was nothing if not (somewhat) sanitary. Yes, he frequently tortured people, getting his hands dirty with gore, but actually drinking blood? And tearing into his victim's flesh with his teeth? He's not an animal, no way.

So what if he wasn't able to eat anything for a few days because all of his staple favorites started tasting like dirt? He'll just force it down his throat, taste is not a need. It's not a big deal that his already strange sleep schedule was adjusted so he would avoid the daylight hours, he can work with that.

It wasn't until almost two weeks later that he realized he may have a serious problem on his hands when he really considered biting into his fellow Troupe members.

If not for the cowl, Phinks may have seen the drool building at Feitan's mouth at the sight. His skin, paler than usual and bloodshot eyes probably did set some alarms off in the Phink's head though.

"You okay, Fei? You don't look too good."

Feitan didn't answer, which wasn't entirely out of character for him. No, it was the culmination of no response, his sudden reliance on his umbrella, and his general appearance, and Phinks swore he saw Feitan biting at his own wrist earlier.

"Just fine."

That was probably the kick in the pants he needed, to accept that small animals weren't going to cut it anymore. He tried even to drink from his own veins, but it just made him feel sick. He dreaded the idea of it, but he's exhausted his other options. Feitan supposed he could have gone to Chrollo, he could have tried to get some help before it escalated, but he didn't, and he doesn't regret it.