"Now hold still." Dan feels ice run down his spine, "This may sting a bit."
He bites down.
A small sharp sigh is the only exclamation Dan gives. Sure it hurt, but it wasn't particularly painful. However, it was too late to get his third eye closed. He was now struggling to stay afloat among his own scrambled thoughts and emotions along side Jack's to try and figure out what was going on, all while the memories of the canines in his neck imparted their history. It was absurd, but he went to his usual standby of banter to help calm himself down. Weakly he groans, 'Weird kinks ya got there." Was heā¦drinking?
Jack didn't respond only tightened his grip to keep Dan from making any sudden moves, didn't want to nick something important. He could feel his prey beginning to go slack; blood loss would do that.
Dan thought he should maybe be getting concerned when he started feeling light headed, it was difficult to tell if he was even getting light headed with everything else swamping his third eye. In slow motion, he was reaching for a grapple. As if he would even have the strength to do anything if his arms ever reached Jack. He felt like a noodle, and he couldn't focus his third eye on ANYTHING. Things were flowing into Dan just as easily as his blood flowed into Jack.
Jack's grip relaxed. His meal concluded. The teeth slide out of Dan's neck. He licks the 'hickey' to seal it.
The history of the bandana covering his eye, his shirt, necklace, underwear, the floorboards beneath his feet, Jack's hands still on his shoulders; he felt like he might throw up.
Jack noticed the smaller man seemed dizzy, "Whoa easy there little man." He drags Dan to the sofa. He collapses there, the sofa's history leaking in through his third eye. Everything was too close.
In a sort of mumble, "I don't feel so good...Too much...information..."
"Yeah... sorry about that. Thanks though." Jack say's stretching and cracking his neck, "Don't worry the nausea will wear off by tomorrow morning."
Dan pulls his gaze to Jack's, whose eyes are black with thin blood red irises. That did it. He hauled himself shakily off the couch and stumbled to the bathroom. As he goes, he rips of his bandana, pulls his shirt off, the necklace beneath it, even trips out of his pants. By the time he's in over the toilet he's in just his boxers violently evacuating his stomach, (hadn't he lost enough fluids already?!) taking care not to touch nothing but the floor.
The Vampire appears in the doorway, "Ah jeez, and this is why I don't feed on humans." He grabs a towel and puts it over Dan's shoulders, where his hands had just been.
Dan instinctively rips the towel away from his body. Its touch causes another wave of nausea.
"Easy there little man, let's get you to bed." Jack thought to himself, 'Never seen someone react like that before.'
Dan lifts his head up. His dirty blond hair hung across his face in lazy waves. With three unfocused eyes he asks, 'Please...don't touch me."
"Okay, Okay...IS THAT AN EYE! What's up with the eye?!"
