[Warning: Even more violence and disturbing gore ahead. Read at your own peril]
Sweet, sweet despair. Fergus felt it. It was like a drug, sending him into a high that only made him more ruthless with his victims.
Fergus smirked coldly as he watched Nick shivering after hearing his words. His eyes darted around, probably looking for an escape. There was none. He was wounded and wouldn't be able to reach the exit before Fergus did with his superior vamp speed.
Nick was a cornered mouse, and Fergus was a cunning cat, playing around with his food before landing the final blow.
Fergus squatted until he was on an eye-to-eye level with Nick. The wolf seemed defeated, whimpering despondently as Fergus inched closer.
"Aww, come on." Fergus pouted, rather disappointed. "I thought you'd have a little more fight in you. This can't be all you've got. Come on...fight for your preservation."
