Nykos was torn as he watched the two stroll arm in arm up the street, deeper into the Latin Quarter. His stomach was still empty and they were leaving behind the meat that he could very easily put to use - the twins still breathed and the scent of their delicate flesh and rich blood tantalized him - but could he allow these vampires to walk off unscathed? Even worse, what would the others in his clan think if they learned that he had taken the scraps of a hunt from lowly blood drinkers?

On all fours, the Lothgar demon bounded toward the vampires, a roar of rage exploding from his mouth. They would learn not to turn their backs on him, to toss him scraps as if he were a lowly mongrel. The vampires would feel his rage as he tore them asunder. Their ashes would rain upon his naked body as they exploded to dust in death.

Nykos leapt, the most fearful predator of all.

It happened so fast. He was expecting Spike to act but it was the female, Dru, who met his attack. She turned quickly, eyes a vivid yellow. She lashed out at him as he landed in a crouch mere inches from them. Nykos tried to laugh at her pathetic attempt to fight - but the laughter would not come. In fact, he was finding it rather difficult to breathe.

He stepped back, brought a hand to his throat. It had been slashed open and his life stuff was spilling from the gaping wound to stain the fur that covered his chest.