Greg smirked. "You're not my father. You're just some sick son of a bitch with a oral fixation." He stayed lurched in an attack position, wishing nothing more than for Grigore's words to come true. "I mean seriously, last time I was promised that, this what you gave me..." He shook his head slowly in a clear sign of disappointment.
He matched the circling motioning, never taking his eyes, starting to dilate once more, off the other vampire. It felt like one big game of cat and mouse. Or perhaps cat versus cat, stalking around this dark basement where Greg already felt was his own special hell. Although belief in hell usually meant that there was belief in a heaven above, but surely that did no exist, not if the world came to this. It made the cross tattoo on his back a true mockery of the faith given what he was now, fixing for what could hopefully be a losing battle.
It seemed only fitting for the two opponents to exchange verbal blows before the end came. And Greg was counting on its arrival because he was not going to continue his joke of existence in this new body, confined by new limitations. Even if it was an easier mode because now his blood pulsed with an air of belonging like a man finally come home after a long war. "You know what I think? I think you're going to make a very noble attempt and then you're two little friends Tomas and Yosef are going to try and save you. But I'll kill them first."
"Who knows maybe I'll get sloopy, give you the upper hand for just a moment, but the question remains: are you man enough?" It was more a wish than an actual push, but maybe it was enough. He as still untrained and unfamiliar of the consequences a constant exertion would put on him, but if really was faster, stronger, better then perhaps he could press himself just a bit further before it gave out and he was left with the only weapon he ever had at the end of the day: himself.