Akim and Sara lay together in the hotel bed, Akim's arms wrapped tightly against her as he kissed the back of her neck and she lightly dozed in the after effects of their romancing. Dinner earlier had been a tricky affair, how do you deal with not eating while your lover does? Akim had managed to persaude her that he had fed... sorry, eaten already and had charmed her with the old, but trustworthy mantra about just enjoying watching her eat, and after that they'd moved up to his hotel room, his mouth a little dry with what was to come. She'd sensed his eagerness and been amused by it, far more then she would have been if she'd known what he -really- lusted after.

He allowed himself a small sigh of regret, he'd need to leave her after tonight of course, she knew him as Senya Popov and it would need to stay that way, even while she cursed that name, they'd been together for a week now, she one of several, all of who knew him by different names, the vampire had to feed after all.

If she returned to the hotel later she'd find him gone and vanished. A slight feeling of regret of rose again, what right did he have to question his master's view of Kine when he was doing this? But it was needed, blood was needed, secrecy was needed, and until he had a blood doll or a herd of his own this needed to be the way of things. Perhaps though, he also needed to remember that Grigori had been dead longer then he'd been alive.. he'd seen and learnt more then Akim would for over a hundred years, more to the point, he knew how their world worked and it was best not to forget that.

He pushed the thoughts aside, there'd been time to dwell on them later, but for now...

Akim opened his mouth and bared his fangs, then bit into a vein in Sara's neck, she gasped and opened her eyes, pawing at the blankets in pleasure while he fed and sated himself.

When he was done and had licked the wound closed he lay his head down next to her again, waiting for her to fall asleep while pretending to himself, as soon as she was in a deep sleep he needed to leave, long before dawn became a problem, but he'd been quite adept at dressing and leaving in near silence and his clothes were next to his side of the bed, ready for him. Everything valuable and important to him was already elsewhere, and he'd managed to distract Sara from noticing how bare the room actually was.

A hour later, considering it safe, Akim rose, dressed, and left the room and Sara behind without a single backward glance.