Author: Guede Mazaka
Eventually, Dracula has to change back. Too much rich blood stains Gabriel's stomach for the vampire to have enough strength to maintain his demonic form.
"It's...truly a pity you don't...remember," Vlad pants, sprawled white in scarlet. His hands go up in some gesture, and Gabriel reflexively bites.
He lets it stay on, lets Vlad howl and curl around his newly-remangled hand, and he smiles. Rests a paw on one shoulder, flexing claws on shivering flesh. "Now I do."