Dominic tried not to gasp; he was meant to be laying in wait, but the bloodlust was driving him insane. Chances were, he'd kill Connor more out of need than out of intent... should the vampire turn up, that is.

Appearing out of no where, Connor smirked at the sight of Dominic. "I've been expecting you." he said in a cocky tone. "Oh.. someone's a little hungry." He taunted him.

Growling, Dominic said "How did you know?"

"For fuck sakes it's written all over your forehead boy." Connor said angrily. "Jeez, I thought you would know by now that vampires have very good senses."

"If you were expecting me, then you knew before this." Snarling, from hunger or anger or both, he slipped into a defensive pose.

"Which means you know why I'm here."

"Of course I know, You've been talking to Krystal and you're here to kill me. Silly boy, did you actually think I would go down without a fight. You don't look like you're up to fight. You look like you can hardly stand."

Connor walks up to him and stroked his cheek, "It would be a shame to waste that, I would dislike killing you. I'd rather bed you instead." He said smirking.

Too close. Dominic bit at his neck hard, taking in blood with avid desperation, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Connor growled and pushed Dominic away. "You stupid boy!" He wiped the blood that leaked from his neck, and the wound healed. "You are so weak."

Dominic fell back, and didn't bother to stop himself from hitting the ground. He was laughing.

"Do you know why I make this deal, Connor? Not because I didn't think you'd go down without a fight, but because I figured there was half a chance you might kill me yourself."

"Oh this is a suicide mission? That's kind of pathetic." Connor snarled.

"So is being a vampire, as you well know."

"Boy do you know what you are? You can have anything you want! You can run faster then a horse, you can smell things from far away, You can see anything. I think it's a great advantage being a Vampire. But, like I said, you're a stupid boy. You don't know what you can do."

Connor took off his jacket, "I have no choice. Tonight Dominic, you die."

"Oh, I know what I am. I just don't want to be that. I'm glad you're going to try and kill me; better than being your fucking whore."

Pulling himself to his feet, Dominic stared at him. "So should I stay still? Let you tear my throat out? I don't really give a damn, just make it quick."

Connor growled, 'You're not gonna fight back?!" Connor pushed him back, "Fight back you little weakling. Do it! Whore!"

Dominic growled, bloodlust reminding him of what he was, but as he was pushed back, he did nothing.

"Why the fuck should I?"