[At the point just before the man in his arms will die, Lestat pulls back. His lips and teeth are red. Bringing his own wrist to his fangs, he rips into it until the blood flows. Holding it over Xingchen's lips, he lets the drops fall onto them.
At first it might seem like Xingchen won't react. But when he tastes the blood his body will crave it to spur him into grabbing that wrist to suck with everything he has. The blood will be hot as it goes down but Lestat won't stop him right away, just holding his wrist to his mouth.
God that pull will be so much for him and Lestat will hiss even as he watches him.]
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At first it might seem like Xingchen won't react. But when he tastes the blood his body will crave it to spur him into grabbing that wrist to suck with everything he has. The blood will be hot as it goes down but Lestat won't stop him right away, just holding his wrist to his mouth.
God that pull will be so much for him and Lestat will hiss even as he watches him.]
Drink. Drink, Xingchen.