Chapter 20: Mikasa’s Discovery
His expression was impassive as he raised his hand to the other man's face and allowed a single drop of his own blood to fall on his lips.
"Would you like to see a magic trick?"
Instantly, the man's body convulsed as if electrified. His eyes rolled back, then refocused, their dark color replaced with the same blood-red as the figure's.
Kneeling, the newly turned man bowed his head. "My Master," he murmured, reverence thick in his voice. "What are your orders?"
The original figure smiled, a faint, chilling expression that sent shivers through his servant. "Fetch him," he said simply, glancing at the other man who had attempted to flee. "He is my meal tonight."
Obediently, the transformed man leaped forward with speed that matched his Master's, capturing the fleeing man before he could reach the mouth of the alley.
Ignoring the pleas for mercy, he dragged him back, the man's cries fading into silence as he pulled him before his Master.
The crimson-eyed figure leaned in, his expression one of cruel satisfaction.
Without hesitation, he sank his fangs into the man's neck, drinking deeply.
The life drained from his victim as his body withered, his skin clinging to bone, until nothing remained but an empty shell.
The figure discarded him, watching as the husk collapsed to the ground, lifeless.