For the #writethurs challenge in Twitter.
Lucien slurped at his bloody fingers. Gobbets of crimson gore oozed down his chin. Aldous was appalled.
“Manners.” He hissed, proffering a napkin.
Lucien grimaced at the crisp white linen.
“Seriously?” he said, sucking a juicy clot from this thumb. “Who taught you how to be a vampire?”