Eyes flashed a brilliant red in the candlelight as he watched the shadows surrounding him. They grazed his shoulder, nicking slightly as they made their way to his throat. There was no pain, just pleasure. Others nipped at his arms and legs, leaving his skin mottled with blood. In his delusional mind, he was loving and caring for them and would forever had it been his choice. He had thought himself their master and still did as he slipped away quietly. No matter, they would find another master, and another and another.