Milos lay on the floor, Mary had released him from the shackles. She crawled over him digging sharp nails into tender flesh as she lapped at the blood pooling on his skin. From what Mary had been able to tell them, it seemed that Milos had encountered a fey of some kind.
It had moved him lower on the list of priorities at least for Charles, Mary however might bleed him dry for a taste of one of the mythical creatures. Ciaran looked at him with jealous eyes, it had to be his Irish heritage peeking through.
Charles looked at Fiona, he could see that she too had lost interest. Ciaran stood up moving closer to Mary as she moaned while straddling Milos. Charles locked eyes with the oldest vampire nodding towards the door he tried to let her know that he was leaving but figured that she
