Raphael's fangs scratched his lips as he grinned, squeezing Klaus' neck, who didn't even try to resist. This immediately dampened Raphael's enthusiasm, and he threw his body aside.
The blow fell on the service cabinet and it shattered, showering on the floor with small glass fragments and fragments of broken dishes.
Raphael did not allow Klaus to put his thoughts in order and in an instant was in front of him, pinning him to the floor and biting into his neck with his teeth. His body immediately began to burn, as if molten lead was poured through his veins, but this did not stop his thirst for blood, which he had needed so much for the last few days.
The taste of Klaus' blood was disgusting to the vampire, and when he finally finished his meal, he spat out the rest of the blood on the floor to get rid of this fetid smell of bliar blood in his mouth. No, it was even worse than ordinary werewolf blood, even more caustic and unpleasant.
