He hadn’t eaten in days. He deadpanned as you offered him the carcass of a deer. You gestured towards its neck, and he scoffed.

“Deer blood is the worst.” He whispered, yet grabbed the animal and buried his fangs into it — blood sputtering from the piercings, “Sabe a mierda.”

He had to feed somehow, though. Even if he had a taste for human blood, the deer would have to do for now.