Vampires. And they were stealing his meal. The female vampire with her hair like black silk threw the other twin savagely to the ground.
"No!" Nykos roared as he leapt through the air to land in a crouch before the feeding vampires. "This meat belongs to me."
The white-haired vampire slowly removed his mouth from the ravaged throat of one of the women and glared at him, scarlet staining his mouth. "To you? Sorry, mate, but I think there's been a bit of misunderstanding. Or p'raps you've never heard that old saying? Finders, keepers. Losers get lost!"
Nykos tensed as the female vampire languidly removed herself from atop the other twin. She wiped blood from around her mouth with the sleeve of her black velvet dress and smiled. "Oh look at the teddy bear, Spike," she cooed, madness in her wild eyes. Then she frowned as if her feelings had been hurt. "Is the circus in town? You never take me to the circus."
The woman held out an alabaster pale hand as if she wanted Nykos to sniff it, like he was some frightened dog in the street.
"Don't think he's from the circus, Dru," Spike replied. "Looks like a Lothgar demon. What's more, he bloody smells like one. You don't forget a stench like that. How they manage to be catch any prey at all, rank as they are, I'll never know."
The vampire ran his tongue over his bloody lips. "Seems the stink oughta screw up the stealth bit, yeah?"
