She lurched forward, using her discipline to zip past him, sending Colton's ghoul into the hall at his back. Zyana caught her blood brother off guard just enough to get the door shut before his grip snapped around her petite arm and flung her like a doll towards the other side of the room. She was spouting prideful resistance to his previous assertion, but her argument fell o deaf ears as Colton flung open the door after Kramer to drag the man back inside by the heels of his feet. The blow wasn't going to kill him, but it would require yet one more sacrifice from Colton that he wasn't exactly in the position to give. Kramer would need his help if Colton expected him to get back on his feet sooner rather than later, and he needed Kramer back on his feet. However, he also needed his strength given he was about to fight, and now was not the time to be handing oit blood donations. If Zyana knew the rules, she'd know the only way to interject on a fight one had to be prepared to fight themselves. She should have known this anyway, and if she did, Colton could only assume she had done this on purpose.<br/><br/>'Never lose composure,' he repeated the mantra silently, the only way he was able to chain back the furry that wrestled within him. Zyana's bellowing shifted into a quiet but direct and pointed whisper then, and using his own Celerity, Colton was nearly standing on top of her in a matter of moments. "You selfish, ungrateful -" he growled through clinched teeth as his eyes refused to lift from her blood stained lips. His large hands folded around her slender shoulders, bracing himself from hitting her, and instead shoved her forcibly until it was Meghan's back against the wall. "Stop acting like a goddamn child!" He pointed at her from where he remained standing, as if the tip of his finger was going to keep her in place as he glared. "Don't fucking move, or I swear to God, Zyana, I'll knock you out my damn self."<br/><br/>The threat was much in Zyana's interest to listen to, Colton needed space between them, and he had been around the block enough to recognize that she needed it too. Her frenzy was far closer than his own, but temper and the sight of her blood would make up for it if push came to shove, which was something he was earnestly trying to avoid. Despite his anger, he was trying to protect them both even if it didn't exactly look like it. Kneeling beside Kramer, Colton parted his own gape and sunk his needle point fangs into his own wrist. "Damn," Kramer groaned, the word struggling under the lingering weight of Zyana's jab, damning her while at the same time praising her ruefully.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah," Colton let a humored but disgruntled huff escape him, "Now shut up and drink." It was a rare moment to witness, the eldest Brujah aiding his ghoul. It looked almost soft even as Colton helped lift Kramer's head to drink from the punctures in his wrist. Kramer was Colton's only ghoul, and it would be fair to assume he took a good deal of pride for being rewarded with him. But aside from that, Kramer was also arguably the only creature, living or dead, that Colton had any confidence in. He was certainly the only one he trusted to see to Zyana Rivers in his absence. The only one he knew would get the raven haired princess to acceptable safety, no matter what it took.<br/><br/>"Once I'm done here, you are going to leave," Colton finally spoke again, his voice rigid and low in his chest. He refused to look at her, keeping his gaze cast downward though not exactly focused on the ghoul he could feel dwindling his life force. He could smell her blood in the air, and Colton gritted his teeth. "You're going to let Kramer get you somewhere that's not here, and your going to do as your told. You're not new to this," his stormy eyes lifted then, "you know how the family is, so if you don't want to be treated like a fledgling forever, I suggest you stop acting like one." He knew the family she came from just as well as she knew the family she had been embraced into; his point was equally a concerned warning as it was a hostile threat, and she would know it.<br/><br/>Deciding Kramer had had enough, Colton took back his offering and stood while the man gathered himself the rest of the way. Still, he didn't move any closer to the brooding woman, but he did turn to face her squarely. "Don't make me have to repeat myself." He stared at her for a moment, hating himself for sounding so much like Marcos, but hating the fact Dalton had been right. It did appear the apple wasn't falling far from the tree. Hearing Kramer stand, and staying between him and Zyana, it was the ghoul he addressed next. "Get her out of here," he said, his fingers lifting to unfasten the buttons of his shirt as he dragged his eyes away from Zyana. "And make sure she eats."