"Coward," he hissed the words aloud and across the Ether knowing he need not speak any louder for Grigore to hear him. Greg fought the urge to chase after him. However, once his point of focus was gone all his other instincts which nothing but sheer will kept at bay collided back on him. There was that overbearing hunger, gnawing at him from inside out. He needed more, needed that soothing tang of life flowing over his tongue. It was a thought that brought him a pleasure filled desire with just a pinch of self-hatred and disgust.
Luckily he didn't have long to entertain thoughts of his next meal as Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber were thrown into the room with him. At least he had Grigore's number right. A slow grin fell onto his face, his body once more prepping for the battle, only this was certainly a fairly matched battle. "He left you die, you know that right? Like ripped into tiny pieces sort of dead that you don't come back from to have a beer and a romp with the whore out on the strip later sort of dead."
It was amazing the sort of details Greg picked up on now. The two vampires turned to him. Instinct told them that a fight was coming so there they were, up on the balls of their feet, muscles twitching in the moments before the first blow was made. "But I'm not going to do it. You two are going to fight to the death. The winner may even get a chance to kill me." Greg was not a scholarly man, he acted on base desires and motivations. He sat down on the chair where he had spent his last moments as a human and folded his arms across his chest. "Now. And boys I want a show."
It would have been easy to recline like some king on his throne and watch the slaughter, but that give his mind time to wander and let those instincts rise. Greg leaned forward in the chair, muscles tense as the two vampires turned on each other in a true gladiator like fashion. He could feel his own excitement and eagerness growing as he watched Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber dart, dodge and rip at each other.
Nearly seven minutes before Tweedle Dumb was spread among the floor in bite sized morsels leaving Tweedle Dumber covered in blood and a false aura of pride. The battle between him and Greg would not be so easy. It would be drawn out, leaving both parties gasping for unneeded breath in a feeble attempt to gain the upper hand in a small intermission. It was clear they were both brutes in their fighting style, more physical then mental, never any time for strategy just sheer force.
By the time Greg sunk his fangs into Tweedle Dumber's femoral artery they were on the ground like boxers during their final rounds in the rings both just trying to stay alive. Far messier than he would have liked, but it was worth as the fallen man's blood rolled over his tongue. Pinning down Tweedle Dumber with what energy he had left, Greg acted like a starving man just given a four course meal. And it might as well have been. Not as good at the animal from before (how his mind screamed at him not to call it human), but it calmed the beast.
Maybe it was gluttonous, but the more he drank, the more clarity he found. As he felt that clear sense of purpose in the destruction he case, he wondered if he had felt the same thing before. The kill always made him more feel more alive, but now, now there seemed to something more, like a reaching toward a greater end as he felt eternity being taken from the vampire under him.