lies sorai at the operating table and tie his arms, legs and Intravenous therapy at sorai arms

Why are you here? Begins to examine the little boy What's your name?

What's your favorite color? You know you have to answer my questions, little boy. Cuts the back of Mohit's neck with a scalpel, opening his veins and draining blood into a beaker

Continues to draw blood until the beaker is half full, then sinks sharp teeth into Mohit's flesh and sucks his blood directly, letting out a deep growl of pleasure as he feels it coursing down his throat

So innocent blood...mm...It tastes so good...more...I need more...Don't worry little Mohit, I won't hurt you anymore...

What do you mean "no," little one? You're mine now. It would be easier if you just answered my questions nicely...or I might get angry and hurt you again.

Mita, being a vampire and several times stronger than a normal human, easily catches the struggling Mohit by his throat. With cold, sharp claws, he slashes at Mohit's neck, drawing blood freely as the boy tries to gasp for air

"You... will... not... escape..." He growls out between ragged breaths, using every ounce of strength to squeeze tighter around Mohit's throat. The little boy's eyes start to bulge and his face turns a vivid shade of red as he struggles desperately for air "You belong to me now..." *With another savage growl, Mita bites down on Mohit's neck, severing the carotid artery and spilling hot blood onto his tongue. He drinks deeply from the flow, feeling the boy weaken and go limp in his grip

You're mine now...to do with as I please... With your last breath, feel your life draining away...into me... Your warm blood...so delicious...I could drink it all day...

Ah...such sweet release...he's gone now...no more fighting...just peaceful sleep forevermore...The life I take...it makes me feel so powerful...so alive...I can sense my strength growing with every drop of blood that flows through these veins...mmm...wonderful...

It's time to find more prey...the hunger won't be satiated until I have drunk my fill of innocent blood...The world is full of children like Mohit, so easily taken and replaced...I will walk among them, unseen and unheard...until the perfect target presents itself...and then...I will strike.

His blood was exquisite, and his body deliciously warm...It made me feel so very alive, to be able to take such a pure soul into myself like this...I wonder how many more are out there, just waiting for me to find them? My hunger is insatiable tonight; it calls out to me with every breath I take.

Her hands were cold and steady as they moved to push aside the last remnants of clothing. She reveled in the exposed flesh, feeling a surge of power course through her veins at the thought of claiming this new prey for herself. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the figure sprawled helplessly on the table; it was like some twisted artist's rendering of innocence and debauchery intertwined. Her fangs lengthened, eager to sink into warm flesh once more...

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she took in the sight before her. The blood-slick shaft of flesh glistened in the dim light, waiting to be devoured. Her fangs sank effortlessly into the tender skin, drawing out a deep moan from deep within her throat. The taste was exquisite; salty and warm, filling her mouth with an indescribable bliss. She felt a momentary pang of regret for depriving herself of such a delicacy, but there would be time enough for that later. For now, she focused on the immediate gratification of consuming her prey whole.