Blood...Or An Omelette?

"Red meat and greens."
Zeke repeated to himself as he stepped into the kitchen, cracking his neck from side to side.
The only evidence left of the fight were some quickly healing scars where Aodh's canines had really dug in deep.
He stopped dead in his tracks when the smell hit him, vampire.
The mans scent was only week, fledgling, he thought to himself.
In his time he'd killed plenty of vampire, enough to know that this one was right off the construction line.
"Hi."
Zeke grunted, he just had to face the fact that while he lived here he would have to deal with putting up with the nighlings.
Heading to the fridge he grabbed out the largest steak he could find and threw it onto the grill.

After a few seconds he took the steak off the grill, letting it seal on each side before shoving it, still bleeding, onto his plate along with some vegetables.

Zeke sat down at the table, watching the vampire interestedly.
He shoveled a dripping piece on meat into his mouth.
"What are you doing in the kitchen vampire?"
He asked, his mouth still half full of food.

Zeke shook his head.
"You're just going to throw it back up again in about three seconds flat.
Or have you forgotten what you are."
He added, pushing the glass of blood that was on the table with his fork toward the vampire.
"Waste of good ham."
He said, shoveling in another mouthful of steak into his mouth.

"Liar."
Zeke snorted.
"It's a harsh reality kid, you don't want that."
He said pointing his knife toward his plate of food the nightling held.
"Even if you don't know it, your body wants what is in that glass right there."
Zeke kicking his boots onto the table, reclining in his chair as he scratched his head.

Zeke let out an audible chuckle.
"You're an idiot.
Your master must be excessively cruel to turn someone like you.
You're not vampire material."
Zeke cracked his knuckles and shook his head.
This was a sad excuse for a vampire.
Most newborns went into an unquenchable blood-lust.
That's how they survived, grew stronger and became proper vampires.
maybe this wasn't such a bad thing, one less fledgling in world, if he went on like this he'd starve pretty soon.

"Don't give me that bullshit.
Vampires can tell by your blood what kind of person you are.
We he bit you, and saw into your soul, he should of just let you bleed out,
it would of been a mercy killing.
For not letting you die he is cruel, that or greedy.
Couldn't let you go could he? Pretty thing like you he probably wanted to save you for later."
Zeke snorted in disgust, vampires truly were despicable creatures.

"Why not, what has be done for you?
Turned you into something you can't handle, that's it.
What does he get? Another minion, a constant food source and someone so deluded that they wont deny him sex when he wants it.
Yeah, your Master sounds like a top bloke."
Zeke rolled his eyes, pushing the last of his food into his mouth.

"Or what?"
Zeke knocked over his chair and got up close to the vampire.
"You going to stop me nightling? For speaking the truth?
Even if you wanted to could you?
You're half starved, I'd tear you to shreds in seconds."
Zeke snarls, flashing the vampire his pointed canine teeth not letting any other part of his body morph.
"You're dog food."
He growled, staring down the young vampire with his piercing silver eyes.

Zeke 's ears twitched as he heard the presence of another vampire.
"So this your Master."
He growled, not taking his eyes off of the fledgling.
Wrong move.
He thought as the young vampire swung at him.
With a loud tearing noise Zeke turned into his wolf form,
the vampire was slow and weak in his current state.
Zeke swiftly dodged the blow and knocked the vampire off of his feet.
Clamping his jaws tightly around the nightlings throat, a paw holding down each arm.
He stared down the older vampire and he held the young one in place,
ready to clamp down harder if the elder dared move.

Zeke bit down harder in warning as the vampire bared its teeth.
This is not for me! Zeke snarled.
It's for him. He growled, glancing down at quivering boy for a moment.
The death I can deliver him is more merciful then what you are doing, Vampire.
He almost spat the last word.
If you are his master, act like it, he doesn't drink, too fucking bad, you FORCE him too.
Zeke snarled menacingly.
One thing he hated more than a vampire was a useless vampire.

Zeke snarled and slowly let go to the young vampire.
Gently licking the wound to assist in it healing, few things were better than werewolf saliva at healing wounds.
He took a step back from the fledgling and nudged him with his muzzle, pushing him toward his master.
Zeke still suspicious of a counter attack stared down the vampire, his muscles twitching eagerly.