Kalos and Thorns.

"Are you mad? If you don't drink from us, you'll eventually die."

The blond's lips downcast. He couldn't fathom the reasoning behind the vampire's earnest logic. Was his own death truly more preferable to simply drinking from already such fragile beings? With his strength alone, it wouldn't take much effort.

Elise knew he, himself, wouldn't dare stand a chance against the vampire.

"You simply wouldn't understand... I've seen the way it changes someone. I've felt it. The way a mere drop can tempt you. Drive you mad. Unleash something feral. Something dark, greedy, and starved within you."

Almost like a sixth sense, the vampire could feel the harsh, icy gaze burning daggers into his right side. He couldn't bring himself to look at the other-not that he really wanted to.

"No. I think I do understand," the blond finally announced, rose-palette lips curling into a cheeky, underhanded smile. The vampire could feel it-without even turning his head.

He sighed dramatically. After spending three days with the notorious crowned Prince of Sol, he had a nagging feeling about what was to come. And he really didn't like it.

"Elisen, please-" He tried.

"I knew it. You're afraid, aren't you? That you'll lose control again, like you did with me? I almost died, didn't I?"

Elise's lips twisted into a mockingly irritating smirk, so vile that if it weren't for his angelic features, one might mistake him for the devil himself.