"Give me a reason not to drain your life and leave you as carrion for the wolves," Moras sneered, in a deadly undertone, through a mouthful of daggers. The demon didn't register that the form he menaced was only barely a young man.
The boy whimpered an inaudible response, as the vampire drew closer. Wide eyed with terror, staring into black, lifeless sockets where eyes should have been, the only thing the boy could manage to say was, "please."
The distinct foul odor of urine assailed Moras's senses and caused a pause. Somewhere, far off in the black of the forest a desperate voice called out, "Briac! Briac! Where are you boy?"
Reality swept in and the vampire retreated. When Moras looked at the boy again he was unconscious and had peed himself. Moras laid the boy down on the ground and
