[That's the dirty secret, Gepard, you've figured it out-- the reason why there's some guy prowling the streets, knocking people out. It's not to rob them, it's not for thrills, it's out of mundane, base necessity. The inexorable need for sustenance. Because Sampo's got the galaxy's worst dietary restrictions and the only way to get it is to go out and hunt the most dangerous game.]
[And you're on the menu for tonight.]
[The gas has been working its magic, and Sampo takes more of the Captain's weight as it affects him. It's less of a pin now and more of a hold, shifting Gepard's body weight into a more comfortable position for feeding. Moving to support his head, keeping it steady. The horror-confusion-shock in his voice is... not unexpected, but a little uncomfortable for the fact that Sampo knows that from the other side of things, this is a horror movie. It's a nightmare, finding yourself unexpectedly in the clutches of a monster.]
I'm not gonna hurt you. [It's half a reassurance for Gepard, half for himself. He's not going to hurt him. Not really, not any more than Gepard would have been hurt by going to a blood donation.]
[His mouth opens; his teeth scrape over the thin skin of Gepard's throat, too sharp for any human. When he bites down, it's a smooth, practiced motion, designed to pierce into skin and tissue cleanly. A clean bite bleeds clean and heals clean, it's the best for both himself and his victim--]
[Hot blood flows over his tongue.]
[Sampo gags, then recoils.]
Ugh! [This man tastes awful. He's never tasted someone who has such unpalatable blood before, it's like trying to choke down battery acid. The expression on his face would probably be comical if it weren't for the whole, you know, vampiric monster nightmare scenario thing.] What-- how?
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Date: 2024-04-09 03:16 am (UTC)[And you're on the menu for tonight.]
[The gas has been working its magic, and Sampo takes more of the Captain's weight as it affects him. It's less of a pin now and more of a hold, shifting Gepard's body weight into a more comfortable position for feeding. Moving to support his head, keeping it steady. The horror-confusion-shock in his voice is... not unexpected, but a little uncomfortable for the fact that Sampo knows that from the other side of things, this is a horror movie. It's a nightmare, finding yourself unexpectedly in the clutches of a monster.]
I'm not gonna hurt you. [It's half a reassurance for Gepard, half for himself. He's not going to hurt him. Not really, not any more than Gepard would have been hurt by going to a blood donation.]
[His mouth opens; his teeth scrape over the thin skin of Gepard's throat, too sharp for any human. When he bites down, it's a smooth, practiced motion, designed to pierce into skin and tissue cleanly. A clean bite bleeds clean and heals clean, it's the best for both himself and his victim--]
[Hot blood flows over his tongue.]
[Sampo gags, then recoils.]
Ugh! [This man tastes awful. He's never tasted someone who has such unpalatable blood before, it's like trying to choke down battery acid. The expression on his face would probably be comical if it weren't for the whole, you know, vampiric monster nightmare scenario thing.] What-- how?