[ Alucard quietly watched Dorian inspect his wound. The wound he had given him. A wave of nausea spawned from guilt made his stomach knot. Would it scar him? Such a beautiful, young man (body and soul), now marked by his greed and hunger. A ring of teeth in taught, smooth skin, he felt like a rabid dog wild from its broken chains. There was nothing he could do to aid what he had done, no medicine he knew of prevented the scarring.

To his surprise, Dorian remained despite his warning.

And to add to this pain he continued to enquire as to his condition. The knot tying in his belly tightened. This couldn’t be fair. His selflessness was torture after his mistake, he wanted to curl inside himself, split his stomach in two and let that stolen blood fall out of him.

Whilst Alucard wasn’t obvious in his expressions he was still emotive. So this pain, this guilt, it showed in that ethereal countenance. Tortured, taught brow with sympathetic, broken eyes.

Why won’t you leave.

He despaired, frightened of himself and frightened of that kindness. ]

I am not. [ He eventually conceded a reply. ] But I’m not susceptible to influences like most. I doubt anything here could impact on my… demeanor.

[ He took a step back, for his sake. Or maybe for both their sakes, for Dorian’s body and his mind.

Of course all thought of that silly, insignificant bite of food had slipped his mind entirely as it still happily worked through his system, tickling at the edge of his frayed mind. Whispering sweet nothings about how Dorian wouldn’t miss a little more blood. ]

And even if it could, why would you care at this stage?

Do you enjoy soulless monsters hurting you.