Fiftieth Hand

[dandy_indeed]

It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Bianca. So many of the vampires here are so...

housebroken.

What is wrong with all of you? Drinking preserved blood.

Or animal?

Don't you remember?

The blood is the life.

Comments

[concept_killer]

It needs to stay that way.

[dandy_indeed]

What needs to stay what way?

[concept_killer]

Vampires.

[dandy_indeed]

Vampires! Very good. One question answered.

Now, how do we vampires need to stay?

[metousiosis]

Fresh blood?

[dandy_indeed]

Anything else simply isn't worth the effort, in my opinion.

Animal blood has poor taste. Preserved blood lacks... a certain life.

[metousiosis]

I say, what a noble pursuit.

Ever made any such deals?

[dandy_indeed]

For blood? It's more of a hunt than a deal, you understand.

[red_margravine]

I had a lovely evening as well. I do hope we can enjoy each other's company again soon.

It's distasteful, really. We're not animals to be tamed. We're predators. We're made to hunt. Not the small prey we're allowed, either.

[dandy_indeed]

And they speak of good taste.

And always the "whys". It gets quite tiresome. However, places of a more refined nature have been coming back.