Blaise ruffled his hair. "I'm gonna call you Bob." He whispered gently against the man's neck. Tentatively, he licked it, travelled his tongue up to his ear and sucked gently. Bob simply stood there and took it.
Blaise's hands travelled down the man's body, feeling down his chest, down his torso and stoppping at his hips, drawing him closer. Bob stiffened and punched him right in the jaw. His head turned from the blow, too much, as if mocking it.
"Nope. Changed my mind. If you can't play nice, then its going to be fast and messy." He brought his hands together high above his head and hammered them down into Bob's defenseless chest. There was a deafening crack. What was his chest was now a gaping cavity, oozing with blood, dripping from his bare bones. The now lifeless carcass was tossed unceremoniously down the alley.
Blaise knelt by one of the nameless corpse's and sucked him dry.
But still he thirsted for more. The stream of blood from where the gang was before still stood there, silent and unmoving, shocked by the horrors of what it had witnessed.
Blaise dragged his tired body down te dirty alley on all-fours, tongue pressed to the stream, until he got to the cause the sanguine trail...