[He can smell it from outside the door. Being a vampire, mostly it's not what all the old movies told you, but when it comes to blood super-fucking-powers are practically inadequate to describe it. He can smell it; he can hear the throbbing hearts of those who haven't turned when they're in the next room; can practically feel the contours of veins on his tongue from a distance. Maybe it's wistful thinking. Even so. If it was just an open bottle in there he'd be salivating, though he ate recently. The spoiled touch of acid, that's not appetizing. And it worries him.
It all worries him.
Which is why he's showing up, again, even though Ed has been clear about not wanting him here. The last thing he's going to accept, after saving Ed's goddamn life by taking it, is letting his brother starve to death out of stubbornness.
He pounds on the door. No need to announce himself. Who else would have come?]
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It all worries him.
Which is why he's showing up, again, even though Ed has been clear about not wanting him here. The last thing he's going to accept, after saving Ed's goddamn life by taking it, is letting his brother starve to death out of stubbornness.
He pounds on the door. No need to announce himself. Who else would have come?]