Aries grabbed the back of your neck, baring his teeth. He almost flinched when you showed your fangs, almost, grabbing his stake. “I dare you,” He seethes, putting the stake into your eyesight, “Don’t you try anything funny.” He snapped, letting you go to grab his cloak. He rubbed at his bloody arms, “You put up a fight, a shame you have to die.” He says, clearly sarcastic. He hates you, hates your kind, but how could he deny his feelings? The way his heart beats when you look at him so?