Dimitri wasn't entirely convinced. And, how did they even know he was here? He'd been careful, kept to the shadows, the dregs of society while he found his way around. Unless.
"You told them!" He hissed, as his hand moved to her throat, easily lifting her further up the wall. "It's the only way they could know I was here." His eyes narrowed with malice, however much he wanted her power by his side, it wasn't worth this. "I should kill you now." He said coldly, no emotion reaching his mouth. "You're more trouble than you're worth, Rose."
And, with one swift move he pushed her head to one side, and buried his fangs into the smooth, tanned flesh of her throat. Releasing the huge dose of endorphins in his saliva into her blood stream. Yet, as her blood hit his tongue, it tasted wrong. Not, dhampir or even human. It tasted...dead. Reeling back, his cold red eyes glared at her, as the skin on her throat knit together as he watched.
"What are you?" She healed like strigoi. But, she wasn't.