Callum swallowed his sugary saliva as he watched the vein throbbing beneath the delicate skin. He did not believe in feeding from living beings due to the real risk of bloodlust. Not to mention, most blood tasted quite terrible.
He drank a lot of blood in his long life, but he rarely enjoyed it. In most cases, it tasted just like blood. Thick and metallic… It was nourishing, but he never found it to have any exceptional taste or appeal.
In comparison, the blood substitute offered him more nutrients, and he could choose from exciting flavours. It was the best deal for him. Some older vampires missed the old ways, but he was not one of them.
That kind of hunt was not exciting to him. Humans were powerless and slow. There was no excitement in hunting them as prey. It was nothing like the old thrill of the war with werewolves before the Trinity treaty.
But looking at Sterling's neck, he felt a thrill of anticipation.
He was practically drooling.
