’ Awww. ’ The sarcasm leaking from his tone was almost disgusting. His lips pulled into a mock frown before he walked up to the other, looking up at him through black eyes. ’ Can you still smell her on me? I didn’t bother really scrubbing off when I bathed… I bet you can still smell her perfume, huh? ’ Licking his lips, he leaned up onto his tippy toes to whisper softly. ’ And you can smell her heat on my breathe… I enjoyed eating her out while she licked the blood off my fingertips… ’ He didn’t know what he was saying, or doing. The Mitchell that Eph had fallen in love with was buried deep, screaming and crying and clawing at the surface to tell this disgusting beast to go back to hell where it’d been hiding. But he didn’t listen, he drowned out his on conscious just so he had nothing to feel. He didn’t want to feel a damn thing.
And that had been it. Not even fully knowing what he was doing, Ephraim put clawed hands on the vampire and shoved him across the room towards the wall as hard as he could manage, a beastly snarl and snap leaving him. It was true that he could smell Daisy’s perfume and smell her on his mates breath and it ruined him. He wanted to tear this version of Mitchell apart limb by limb and muscle by muscle. He wanted his mate back and he’d do whatever was needed for that to happen. Not even seconds after having thrown him, Ephraim went over and wrapped his fingers around the undead ones throat and held him to the wall, squeezing his hand not tight enough to cut off air but tight enough that it was a warning. He snarled again, not even sure he could speak.