Many people had seen vampire movies. Not only did those being drained wear blissful expressions as they walked toward death, but the ones drinking their blood were deeply intoxicated as well.
In Christianity, blood was closely tied to the soul. When blood left a person's body, it also meant the soul was departing, and the person would die as a result.
At The Last Supper, Jesus had once said, "One among you will betray me. But know this: this bread is my flesh, and the wine is my blood."
As a race cursed by God, Vampires could only survive by drinking human blood. It represented their betrayal of faith in God; that was the core of their curse.
In short, when Vampires drank blood, they felt endless pleasure through that curse, deepening their sins further. Cassidy was like that now. After drinking perhaps two bags of blood, he looked a little drunk.
He had not drunk blood in a long time, and this time he had indulged too much, leaving his head spinning.
The handsome vampire who called himself Edward had not taken a single sip of blood. He merely sat beside him with a reserved smile, chatting with him and occasionally letting out restrained laughter.
Though Cassidy knew they were certainly not from the same social class, that did not stop him from admiring the other man. He had both aristocratic bearing and an approachable manner. Was this the foundation of a thousand-year-old Vampire family?
No comparison. No comparison at all.
The other man watched him gulp down blood without the slightest desire in his eyes. What incredible willpower was that? Cassidy's mind became a mess just from smelling blood.
Yet amid his admiration, Cassidy gradually drank too much. He soon forgot all about status and social standing, slinging