There was some doctor vampire that had offered him blood, but Duzell didn’t take him up on it. What kind of vampire walked around, nicely asking humans for their blood? He wondered if maybe the other vampire had charmed the blood out of them, and if that was the case, it would be no different from hunting. Just a nicer way of doing it, which wasn’t usually Duzell’s preferred method.

The cat’s natural aggression had easily slipped in with his own, merging together to make him even more vicious. Acting civil and behaving properly – those required effort to maintain. If he went with his basic instincts, like he did just now, he tended to react on reflex.

He hadn’t gotten enough blood from just the one bite, but he pulled out his tiny fangs to growl in reply, “(There are some sacks of meat I have to bite. Don’t start preaching me about how they’re helpless and I should be merciful toward them. They’re idiots, and they deserve what’s coming to them.)”