The night continued and I stayed where I was, not venturing out. Lucas stayed with me though. He never left. He was a comfort, I would admit. I'd never say it aloud though. I felt an itching to be out, scouting and tracking, killing the night demons. It was coursing through my veins, prickling at my very being. It was almost annoying.<br/><br/>I turned to Lucas. "Why do I feel this way? Al I want to do is spill blood. Of the demons. Why?"<br/><br/>He took another sip, scanning the room as some of the hunters started to grow rowdy. "Hats how you were created. With a bloodlust. Well, not exactly. But you get the point." He allowed himself to chuckle, getting a bit tipsy from his alcohol as well. He offered some to me. "Relax, Cyrus. Enjoy yourself."<br/><br/>I pushed it away, glaring at him. "I won't soil my senses with that muck! Please Master, stop fooling around." I nudged him slightly, causing him to laugh some more. Irritating, I thought. "If yu really want to offer me something, tell me who I am."<br/><br/>I had dared his demand many times before. Each time, I was given nothing. No answer. Lucas' face few serious, turning to me slowly. "You know I can't do that. It's against the rules. Once this is all over, you'll go back to normal. Just wait until then. Got it?"<br/><br/>My eyes narrowed as I glared at him. Why was it so bad if I was told? I didn't ask for much. Surely he could ive me jus that bit of information. But I couldn't refuse his wishes. I nodded. "Understood."<br/><br/>He gave a content smile. "Want to sneak out tonight? I think there's a blood-sicker city somewhere. We could crash a party."