â€œItâ€™s been quite some time since weâ€™ve spoken face to face,â€ Xander was his fatherâ€™s name. Nobody truly knew his demon name since he rarely entered the realm of humans and he kept it a secret from other demons due to paranoia. So many, demons and humans alike, wanted him dead and feared his powers. â€œIâ€™ve taken notice of your mess downstairs, and Iâ€™ll admit Iâ€™m disappointed in you, my son. Sinking so low that you need to consume the blood of an elderly woman? What have you become? Just the sight of you sickens me; in fact I took the liberty of finishing the rest of that old womanâ€™s blood since you donâ€™t have the balls to feed yourself properly.â€ The man kept his distance but seemed to look right past him when he noticed a crack in the door. â€œAnd speaking of which I see youâ€™re still playing with your food. Such a shame. This is exactly what I feared, Deziel, and why I wanted you to kill her while this side of her was still asleep.â€<br/><br/>Xander began to move past Deziel but he stopped him. The two demons stared at each other for a long time, not saying a word. It looked like a fight was about to break out but there was only silence even if one could cut the tension with a knife. He hated facing his father partially because he knew the man was right about him though he would never admit it. Over the years he has tried a little too hard to keep a low profile and while he does in fact live pretty care free the constant threat of Hunters was still there and he hated dealing with them. The Hunter still in the hall remained frozen where he was, eyes still pouring blood, and it made Dezielâ€™s craving burn up in side of him again. He needed blood. For a bit too long he has been deprived of real blood; the blood he took from Elizabeth the other night was the first time in awhile.<br/><br/>That being said Xander also had been right to say he didnâ€™t have the balls to feed himself properly. A serial killer he may be, Dezielâ€™s paranoia of Hunters was growing ever slowly.<br/><br/>A smile crept on Xanderâ€™s lips, â€œAre you protecting her? Youâ€™re too funny.â€ He slipped past his son and pushed the door open slowly. What he found amused him. The girl was hungry that was for sure, looking like she would tear the throat out of the next living thing in her way which probably meant him. His son just watched on submissively, probably looking out for himself. That would be just like him to let his father get away with whatever he wanted. â€œA young demon indeed. Iâ€™ll bet your blood tastes wonderful since youâ€™re part Witch as well.â€ The fact that Xander could smell the witch in her was proof of how powerful a demon he was. The scent was faint to Deziel but to Xander it smelled as sweet as grandmaâ€™s cookies baking in the oven. He inhaled sharply to get a better whiff of it and chuckled, amused by the look she was giving him.<br/><br/>He moved in closer when he could hear Deziel approaching him. But to his surprise his son did not attack him for whatever reason so he just shook his head and looked back to the girl again. â€œHe never has any class in his tastes.â€ Xander snorted, placing his hand under her chin and lifting her head to get a better look at her. â€œYou shouldnâ€™t exist, filthy hybrid, and now I shall cleanse you.â€