She was not going to let him mess with her feelings she had said to him, and in response all he did was narrow his eyes and snarl a bit. Moments ago they had been so lost in that moment, and now he almost regretted it. Yet at the same time he wanted to do it again and still could not fully understand why. In truth he felt no hatred towards her, but himself, but was it really his fault? He had brought her here with the intentions of making a meal out of her and still did but had he known that this would happen he probably would have forced himself to go another day without eatingâ€¦ He had not gotten much from her but it was enough for now at least, until he would be hungry again and needed more. Perhaps she would forget about this, maybe they both would, so the cycle of life could continue.<br/><br/>Demons were supposed to kill humans; it was forbidden for a demon to even remotely have feelings of love for their victims. And yet he had committed this horrible act and hated himself for it. It was not his fault, things like this just happened and there was no control over it as humans like to say in movies whenever they fuck each otherâ€™s brains out.<br/><br/>He was not toying with her at all. It amused him how angry she had gotten, typical human always getting angry over something silly. Did she truly believe that there was anything there? Did he believe there was anything there in that moment that could be considered â€˜having feelingsâ€™? Maybe he was right about the poison after all. Maybe not literally, but figuratively speaking. That kiss was extremely dangerous for him because it was indeed forbidden. There was no telling what would happen now if he was somehow found out, he could be killed. As long as he thought that he knew he was not toying with her when he said she had poisoned him. It was the only thing that seemed to make sense to him at the moment even if it didnâ€™t answer all his questions.<br/><br/>So many things swirling in his mind that it made him sick. It almost made him sick to look at her, especially since she had the nerve to tell him to get out of somewhere that he owned, but now that he thought of it if she did make him sick then he could finish his meal. But he knew he could not do it now while he was still in the sate he was in. At the same time he was angry with her telling him to get out, because he had â€˜messed with her feelings.â€™ He doubted she had any feelings; nobody could have feelings for a demon. It was simply not possibleâ€¦ was it?<br/><br/>If it was then he did not care. As far as he was concerned he had a meal to finish and he had to finish it before anything else happened he would regret. And damn he needed a cigarette againâ€¦<br/><br/>Deziel cleared his mind as best he could, the thought of needing a cigarette included, before he went for her again. He was a lot more forceful this time, biting down on her neck again with those sharp teeth of his almost like he simply could not keep himself away from her whether he was kissing her or drinking her blood. He knew there was no way her body could have replaced the blood he has siphoned from her moments ago, she was probably rather weak, but even then he didnâ€™t care. He refused to believe that he cared.<br/><br/>If he killed her he would get rid of the problem and would not have to feel this sickening feeling.