Vlad Drăgoi {Dracula} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nobleblood) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Boyd's lack of fear puzzled him - Rosalie wasn't even near him and he could sense her fear, whereas Daniel was just exuding anger. But with her, there was nothing but curiosity. Shouldn't she have been afraid of him? After all, he was... he was...
Who was he?
Vlad frowned, his hand still outstretched as Boyd backed against the wall. What was he doing? Why was he thinking about sinking his fangs into her throat, warm blood rushing forth and--
His sudden confusion vanished as Daniel leapt over the wall of thorns, and instinctively he turned towards the beast with a snarl. Despite his lack of sustenance he was still more than capable of fighting, and when he got close enough Vlad lunged forward to meet the beast's attack, fingers curled into claws and digging into his fur.
It took a few moments for him to realize that Rosalie was pulling at his shirt, and his attention snapped to her, teeth still bared furiously. He looked at her, eyes narrowed, but then something deep inside him clicked. Rosalie. Vlad tore himself from her grasp, backing away from the three of them. His jaw clenched with the effort of holding himself back, fangs piercing his lip and drawing blood. "Get away from me," he hissed; the best he could manage. In another second he'd be on them again, because he was hungry and they were his prey, and no amount of willpower or friendship was going to be able to change that.