The other taunting him shouldn't have gotten under his skin the way that it did in the smallest way and made it all the more tempting to rip this asshole apart. Drake felt protective of Ryah and he didn't know when it started but it was clear as crystal now. It took him a bit to pull back into the thinking world and not just be an animal of instinct that wasn't going to help him win. Drake had always been strong before he was turned and it showed now with quickly he could bounce back and move, knowing how to use the layout of the room to his advantage and really all he needed was on good hit.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to get it as he spoke, "Sure. Give it a try, his blood tastes damn good." He growled the corner of his eyes catching the very pale Ryah as he made one last push pinning the man down and sinking his fangs once more into the asshole. He could have made it quick but he wasn't feeling that generous as he sunk his teeth in to drink and make it just as painful he drained the other dry without hesitation. He had never done something like that before... he had never used his feedings to KILL someone and he didn't care much much the other tried to tear at him and mark him as the scratchs would heal up almost as fast as the man was giving them since the blood was a form of healing for him.<br/><br/>In that moment he hated that man and he made sure the vampire could feel it even as he took all he could and finally pulled away panting. His brain felt fucked up... the problem with vampirism was it was a condition like diabetes that needed to be managed at all times you couldn't let yourself fall off or forget and Drake had thrown himself into a tail spin having fed as much as he had tonight. His eyes were glazed over as he looked up at Ryah half covered in blood and his senses beyond overwhelmed.