’ You’re fuckin’ pathetic! ’ He let out a laugh, holding out his hand to motion towards the other. ’ Even now, after i’ve betrayed you twice now, you’re still sittin’ here protecting me from yourself. FOR WHAT!?! ’ He shouted out, slamming his hands down on the table hard enough to cause it to crack. ’ the smirk was almost demented, expression no longer Mitchell but something dark that had been sitting underneath his skin. Something he never wanted to let go ever again. He’d killed 20 people, some in which had families, some in which were young and barely lived their lives. He drank down so much blood, and went to ruthlessly fuck someone he didn’t even care for… he hadn’t realized he’d done anything. His mind was just on the constant re-run and was too blurred to realize anything.
Pathetic. That was a new one, and it oddly hurt. “I’m protecting you because I’m not losing a third mate. One left me. Then my wife died two weeks after our wedding. I won’t lose you to some stupid blood craze.” This wasn’t his Mitchell, this wasn’t the vampire he’d loved. “I know you’re provoking me but I won’t lash out if that’s what you want, vampire. Unlike you, I have control. I have somebody I won’t blindly toss aside for a murder spree and a fuck. But if you want me to get mad and lash out at you? You’ll need to try a little harder than that. I’ll admit my wolf wants to tear you to shreds though so one of us is pissed off.”