When he does, his grip hardens, caging him between the ground and the beast. When the first round of blood is gone, he licks his lips focusing on the rush of blood pumping through his racing heart as fear and adrenaline lace his blood with the sweetness he craved.

There's no preamble just a sharp pain as Zero sinks his teeth into him, going deep. Hot blood rushes into his mouth, and he gulps it down, growing greedy with every mouthful. It lures him in and he draws closer, his hold iron-clad as blood slides down his throat quelling the madness if not the hunger.