“Good luck then, Emerson. You’re sure as hell gonna need it.” He sneered, never tearing his gaze from his. He knew that by now Michael had to be struggling with his desire to feed, and it was only a matter of time until he gave in and fed. “Pissing me off? That’s cute. I’m just getting a kick out of watching you resist something that’s a part of you now.”
"Got sand in your ears David? I said, that this thing you call a life is no where near who I am.” Michael’s eyes squint a little as he fights the want to collide his fists with the vampires jaw. “Starting to think that your in love with me David. Only reason why you’d be stalking me and wanting me to join your little fag group.”









