This would be a second time when Crowley’s blood was sucked by a vampire. Crowley had experienced it in that war once. An eerie kind of pleasure was found in having one’s blood sucked out, and Crowley knew it. The mixture of fear of dying and overwhelming pleasure forced all thought to a complete halt. That’s why Crowley needed to brace himself for that pleasure - the pleasure that literally numbed the brain.
He needed to not let himself be swept by it, because—
“…”
—he hadn’t given up yet.
Ferid said into his neck, “Time for a meal~” The fangs pierced into the flesh of Crowley’s neck.
At the same time, Crowley sneaked his left hand into Ferid’s breast pocket. He was sure he would find the needle inside. The needle that the killed chaser made out of silver.
A silver weapon that could kill vampires…