A red eyed male glared at a trembling child, which had chosen a bad time to try and defend itself. Or so he thought, it sure had looked like the thing had tried to hit him with one of the many metal sticks that was laying around… but for all he knew it had only been a reflex. He hissed slightly from the pain and the fact that blood was finding its way out of the wound on his cheek, but he didn't use his hand to stop it from hitting his clothes. The red eyed man sighed before delivering a kick in the small humans head, sending the child flying a couple of meters. Hopefully he hadn't killed the thing, if he had, he needed a new one, which meant more waiting. He hated waiting.

He walked over to the small form, fortunately it was still breathing. He bent down and reached out his hand to brush away some hair, he didn't want to have human hair in his mouth. Only the thought of that made him sick… human hair was disgusting. His fangs grew bigger as he bent his head to reach the things neck. It was warm and he could almost feel the beating pulse beneath. His heart beat a little faster, it had been a while since he had last eaten. He reached the flesh and the fangs in his mouth broke the thin skin. He closed his eyes while waiting for the food to come, which it did a few seconds later. The red eyed male ate happily before finally getting back up on his feet. He began to walk away, leaving the small form alone. He had no use for a dead child anyway.