Aeizith's eyes widened and his undead heart raced as Lasciel was suddenly struck by a flash of light, something completely unexpected as she sauntered his way. Once the blinding light faded, Lasciel stepped out as something new... something the dragon had suspected from the start and now he knew for certain why... She was an angel... And she was beautiful... From her curved horns to her... unique attire to her personality, the woman that stood before him now was someone new... gorgeous...
If he was in control of himself, the dragon would've recoiled, eyes wide, his face flashed with a sanguine blush. He would've questioned her as she was now and probably... most definitely rethink his plan on draining her... If he was in control, he would've evicted her for this.... this deception and triple his defenses, knowing now that there was another angel out there that knew where he was and WHO he was.
But Aeizith wasn't in control. His need for blood was far too great and besides... that arrogant little face of hers, so beautiful and soft... it caught the undead beast's eye... His base desires overrode his better judgement now that he lacked the restraint to contain it. She was a gorgeous little sheep and that expression of hers only made him crave her more. With each heartbeat of hers he sensed in that neck, he felt his own start to beat for her... The dragon embraced her, wrapping his wings around her and bit into her neck, tasting her blood almost desperately now that it'd touched his tongue. What first was frantic, trying to suck up every last drop, slowly melted into something more intimate, gentle, savoring the unique flavor Lasciel brought. He sighed softly into her throat, his breath now warm against her pale skin. He sucked on her new neck wounds gently, almost like a kiss now...
He heard her moan softly into her draining, seemingly enjoying the sensation. The sound made him smile, tighten his grip on her a little more. He drained all he needed from her in just a few moments, feeling more alive than he had since Silver and his child died and still... his desires lingered...
Aeizith released his bite from her neck, his fangs shrinking back down to their normal size but still he didn't pull away, staring into the angel's eyes... deeply, almost as if contemplating something... Even after draining her, he couldn't shake the feeling he was craving more... This always came when he drained someone... Fresh blood boosted his strength, his speed, his instincts... his desires.... He leaned a little closer, their faces an inch or so apart, never breaking his gaze with her. Slowly his complexion bleed back into his cheeks, taking on a more normal tone... His skin became warmer to the touch, much more than before as his guard lowered, drunk of his revitalization...
And then... before he would do anything they both would regret, Aeizith's wings disappeared and he released his grip, quickly taking a step or two back at speeds only superhumans would be able to detect. To most, it would appear as if he teleported a short distance back. Frost, once again, sparked across the dragon's features, more profoundly across his nose and cheeks in an effort to hide his blushing face. His eyes were downcast, nervous and embarrassed, his hands fiddling with eachother as if personifying his state of mind... Unlike being drunk, though... he could remember what he just did....
"I... u-um... Th-thank you...." He whispered, his eyes flicking to the side. "I.... I'm sorry... I... h-have t-trouble controlling myself after d-drinking blood... I-I just... feel s-so much so fast I.... Sorry..."