He barely managed even that, choking on a sob as he tried, but he did manage, blood flowing from the wound and into his mouth through gravity rather than any great act of will or want. Regardless of how it happened, however, the effect it had on him was near immediate, some of the pain subsiding, the steel wiring that had bound his jaw shut shrinking back a little. It still hurt, God, did it hurt, but he wasn't praying for a swift death anymore. There was a chance he could make it out of this alive now, and the predator in him pounced on that, snarling.
Trembling and weak, he reached to curl his fingers around the biker's arm, tugging his bleeding wrist closer to him and making a show of holding him there, even if he didn't have the strength for it. He looked up at Lydia briefly, his eyes black and startlingly mindless, animal instinct taking over, but still somehow grateful, and then buried his face in the other man's skin, drinking greedily, messily, feeling his life slip away and into him as his heartbeat slowed then stopped. While the blood helped, however, he was no where near whole again, his flesh still near-mummified and just barely starting to try and fix what time and Peter had done to him.
He looked up at her, head tilted to one side almost curiously, still more monster than man, and then slid his eyes to the other bikers, licking his lips. He'd had a taste, a tease, of what he needed and now he was ravenous. If he'd had more strength, he might have rocketed across the room and attacked the first man he fell on for how out of control he was in that moment.
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Date: 2010-11-12 05:30 am (UTC)Trembling and weak, he reached to curl his fingers around the biker's arm, tugging his bleeding wrist closer to him and making a show of holding him there, even if he didn't have the strength for it. He looked up at Lydia briefly, his eyes black and startlingly mindless, animal instinct taking over, but still somehow grateful, and then buried his face in the other man's skin, drinking greedily, messily, feeling his life slip away and into him as his heartbeat slowed then stopped. While the blood helped, however, he was no where near whole again, his flesh still near-mummified and just barely starting to try and fix what time and Peter had done to him.
He looked up at her, head tilted to one side almost curiously, still more monster than man, and then slid his eyes to the other bikers, licking his lips. He'd had a taste, a tease, of what he needed and now he was ravenous. If he'd had more strength, he might have rocketed across the room and attacked the first man he fell on for how out of control he was in that moment.