John knew he shouldn't. He had fed that night, and taking random victims off thec street, especially in front of an unknown entity... Pam would have been furious with the sloppiness, the young night stalker was sure.
But instinct could not always be ignored, and the unexpected invitation, as well as the power radiating from the... Whatever it was, it sent John's head reeling.
Before he really knew it, he moved with superhuman speed, appearing face to face with the man, an inhuman glint in his eye as he reveled in the terror seeping off the mortal. Even the strange webbing had an exotic tang to it's smell.
He glanced at the other monster, then lurched forward and sank his teeth into the man's neck. The blood was delicious, though as with most denizens of the city, there was a certain lack of substance to the taste. Still, it was much better than the synthetic stuff.
John sighed happily and pulled back, blood running freely down his face and neck. In the webbing, the man slumped, unconscious but likely going to live, unless the beast sharing his catch decided otherwise.
John stood back a few paces, stretching, and then turned and gave a small bow to his new acquaintance. "My thanks, stranger," he growled lowly, till it was almost a purr. He reached down without looking and snagged the female as she suddenly attempted to bolt, seizing her and lifting her from the ground without any semblance of effort, pulling her head back to expose her neck as he locked down her arms.
"May I be so bold as to return the favor?" He grinned. He had no idea what he was dealing with, of course, but the rush of fresh blood made him bold and more reckless than usual.