“This is my business. And if there were others here, it would be their business as well. You want to sink your teeth into something, feel free. But you will not do it on my time.” He felt what Drake felt. The evil. The strong pull that it created. Its source was Wolfram and Hart and their building stood close. Just a turn of his head and he could see the bulk of it. He didn’t look. It wasn’t in his interest right now. This man was.
They were alike in the way that they could not be intimidated, and they were alike in the way that they were not human, but encircled by them instead. “There are many people here who hunt and kill your kind. They hunt vampires like a man would hunt deer.” It wasn’t a threat but a statement of truth. Jor-El almost felt bad for them. He nearly pitied them for their weaknesses. They had so many…
“You want to feed, do not do it out in the open. Something could catch you.” The members of Angel Investigations killed vampires and they weren’t the only ones. He had destroyed eight during the short amount of time he had been here and it had only taken his hand squeezing their necks until they popped. Those ones had gotten in his way. They had gotten directly in his face. That was one of the things that was not tolerated.