Dimitraeus spent a good hour or two finding someone to feed from. This time he went with someone burly, which wasn't super unusual or unheard of. He just liked making the young and innocent suffer. It wasn't like he had a grudge against them or anything (sarcasm). They were just unfortunate souls who seemed to have little struggle in the world, and he liked to make them know that the world was a very scary and unfortunate place. But the beefcake would do; perhaps to provide him with something with more substance. For some reason there was an inkling in his mind for something just stronger, period.<br/><br/>It made his fangs itch just thinking about it. Out back, he climbed on top of the burly bouncer, rutting against him though he bore no erection. He got the man riled up before he captured his mind, making him unaware of exactly what was happening before he tore open his throat. A blood-curdling scream filled the air, one of agony and torture. He didn't know if the man was innocent or not, nor did he care. The hot blood flooded his mouth, but it tasted sour, like old blood. Grimacing, he pulled away, none too gently, and held the other by the throat against the alleyway. "Do you do drugs or something? Fuck you're blood is disgusting." In truth, though, that wasn't the case. He'd had all sorts of blood and nothing really bothered him at all.<br/><br/>The hair stood on the nape of his neck and his eyes flared demonic red, making the other guy literally piss himself in terror. Pitying the fool, he looked at him once more. "You will forget this night. A wild animal attacked and bit you. Go home, clean up, and call in sick." It wasn't often he let his victims go, but he was more confused than anything else. Dimitraeus stepped away and vanished, porting over to Kane's quarters.<br/><br/>It took a lot of effort not to pop into his rooms. He couldn't quite sense him, but that could be for a number of reasons. Humbling himself like this was a joke, as he was always one to command respect, but Dimitri's eyes invading his space like that was breaking his word, and he was honor-bound to it with rather vicious consequences. Hunger gnawed at him and he paced in front of Kane's doors, glaring at anyone passing by, daring them to question why he was just waiting there.