[Evil Tink]

Solomon raised his head a bit, tilting it, "Holden that's not what I'm going to do. I told you that." He tightened his hold around Holden, taking a deep breath. "It's frightening, and painful, but you just have to relax and trust me Holden." His lips hovered over Holden's neck for just a moment before he bit down on his pale flesh, allowing the blood to flow over his tongue. It would be a shame he could never have Holden's blood after this.

He could hear Holden's heart race as his blood began to get thinner and harder to pump to his brain. After what seemed like an eternity Solomon removed his mouth from Holden's neck, gently setting him down while he waited for Holden's heart to stop. Meanwhile, he pulled out a knife from a hidden sheath, ready to cut his hand when the time came.