Ferid’s arm was wrapped around Marlon’s form. Blood was trickling down Marlon’s neck. The vampire drank it. Drank the boy’s blood. Marlon’s face showed an ecstatic expression. Except that it was pallid and had lost all life it once held.
“…Did you kill him?” Crowley asked shortly, and Ferid smirked and flung Marlon’s body to the floor carelessly.
“The blood tastes its most delicious when you drink them dead. You will kill someone very soon, too.”
“Yeah, I’ll kill you.”