[ It's the very second that splash of blood touches his nose with its crimson scent that Trevor jerks up with a fierce quickness he's never shown the dragon before and he yells angrily at the fact that he's STILL RESTRAINED despite his strength overflowing within him.
Somewhere deep within him, his fears are slowly becoming real. Things he had told to his Bonded, to Berserker. About how he was worried he might be different when he died and rose as a vampire. How he doesn't want to forget who he is. How he doesn't want to become a monster. Because there's being a monster and then there's being a Monster. It's why he had been banking on his bonds being able to pull him back. In case he somehow lost his way. He knew things about vampires, sure. But every one was different in some way, it seemed. And for Trevor... it's as if his fears were making him into what he didn't want to be. ]
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Somewhere deep within him, his fears are slowly becoming real. Things he had told to his Bonded, to Berserker. About how he was worried he might be different when he died and rose as a vampire. How he doesn't want to forget who he is. How he doesn't want to become a monster. Because there's being a monster and then there's being a Monster. It's why he had been banking on his bonds being able to pull him back. In case he somehow lost his way. He knew things about vampires, sure. But every one was different in some way, it seemed. And for Trevor... it's as if his fears were making him into what he didn't want to be. ]
Give me your fucking blood, Ciarán!