Isadora's eyes widened as she felt a tiny sharp pain as the man leaned into her, his tongue licking that part of her neck while she continued to feel something sharp deepen into her neck but before it could worsen, she felt another person's presence.
Ezekiel grabbed hold of her neck again and before he could pierce his hungry fangs on her, a force pushed him away and he ended up hitting the wall so badly that blood rushed down his forehead. At the same moment, the slight injury immediately healed itself as the blood bleeding out of his skin dried in response.
He looked up and glared at the person before him. It was Elvis. "What are you doing here?"
Elvis walked to his master, ignoring the mistress who was almost lying unconsciously on the floor. "You are about to kill her." He said, his voice thick and harsh.
