So Marc knew what he was? How? Was that how he had received the bloodstone necklace that hung around his neck, one that had been given to him by someone from Luca's family? He was certain it had to be a relative, he didn't know if there were other vampires out there that didn't have Moretti as their last name. The questions were driven from his mind as the mortal slit his wrist above his mouth. The smell of the blood gave him enough energy to sit up and lap it up like a cat drinking milk. He resisted the urge to bite the flesh with his sharp teeth.

When he was full his lips parted and he lay back down, licking his lips and closing his red eyes. "Thank... you..." He then drifted off into a deep sleep.