Each time he took a peek at the blood on his hands, he would feel an urge overwhelming him. Without being aware of his actions, he had lifted the dead noble's body towards his face region.
He didn't know what had come over him, and it was so unusual as he panicked still it was as if his body was working on an instinctual mind of its own.
His tongue grazes over the blood on the dead body, as his teeth's soon sunk into it. A mouthful of warm liquid flowed into his mouth down his throat, even though the thirst was soured at first the clomp of flesh his teeth had dugout, was immediately chewed as it made up for a sweetness he had never tasted before.
The feeling it brought was refreshing as though he was eating a fresh barbecue stake, with a touch of white soured wine. He couldn't help wipe his lips clean from the bloodstain.
