The lack of tell the sire-childe bond had from the childe end made Zane so unaware of Jaq's presence, that being lost in the deep sensations of the girl's blood had left him without response until it was too late. A sire will feel the presence of a nearby childe but not the other way around.
Blood on lips, he had begun to turn to the sound of Jaq's familiar low tones. The thirst blinding his senses for the moment, he gasped in horror as a crack of bone filled his ears. Green eyes widened, Zane caught the girl as the body went limp. His heart and stomach dropping in regret that he had kept her over the close of the Cirque when he knew his sire was around. Setting the body on the ground, Zane looked up at Jaq with an intense hatred he had not felt since he was in Jaq's thrall.
"How dare you!" He growled, shoving Jaq back as much as he could. "She had a family-" Zane knew saying such a thing meant nothing to the other man. Fingers twitching over the crucifix that hid underneath his shirt, Zane closed his eyes. How could he pray for a soul when his words had always fallen so silent?
Jaq had a way of pulling out the worst in Zane, but he saw the messages sent to him over the years. The time since the last one had been long enough that Zane had almost started to believe the psychopathic vampire had found another fool to torture.
"Why can you not leave them alone? The priest and nun in a church I had not had the chance to visit yet?"