"Yeah, we are a tricky breed like that," the old vampire remarked in a sarcastic tone. For the moment he was okay sitting in the perceived dark, speaking with his slave. They both were more than capable to see clearly through the shadows.
"Very rusty. I was contacted by ones of the officers. At least there were no dead bodies for me to handle, then I would have to deal with you in another way." Jack refused to have someone in his household that brought unneeded attention. If Nicole continued to let witnesses walk away, he would be making a missing persons report and finding the trackers in her body ripped out in the morgue in the basement of the house. Pesky werewolf capable of healing through such an attempt to ruin.
Looking Mac over, Jack's eyes turned black. He did not have anger problems, but anger and hunger presented in the same manner. She chose her punishment in a way. Another blink of the eye and Jack was on top of her. Hand grasping her long dark tresses, he pushed her back against the counter. There was no gentleness in his touch nor amusement on his lips, Jack was a master that did not find treating his slaves like anything but slaves as useful. They were his. All these children keeping slaves and treating them like roommates was disgusting.
"If I crippled you, you would be useless to me." He ran his free hand under the barely buttoned blue shirt, snapping the two buttons that had been keeping it together. Yanking her hair to expose her neck, teeth elongated in preparation. "I have been nice so far, but that will change if you continue to be trouble." He whispered in her ear before biting down into her neck.
The action as harsh as his touch, ripping into her throat because he knew she would heal from the assault. He knew when be bought her that she would be trouble, it gave him a reason to punish her. It was a way to get out his need to kill without leaving the bodies behind.