Sissero was about to try and catch the old man when Dax stopped him with a heavy hand. He stepped back slightly, still glaring at Hekhem. The guy was infuriating! However at the mention of some much needed food he smirked and decided it was the better course of action for now.<em>Just try and keep up old man. Wouldn't want you to have a heart attack.</em><br/><br/>With that he dashed after Dax, following him in the bright moon drenched night. They came quickly to a quiet suburb. He watched Dax take the house before him and the old man took the one to the left. He had already decided on the one to the right. He could smell the blood in the air and it made him sink more into a predatory, beastly, wild mode of thought.<br/><br/>He leapt over the small white fence and padded around back where he quickly took hold of the door handle and ripped it out of the door, dead bolt and all. Dropping the useless security device upon the lush grass as he entered. The house was full of sent, heavy male sent. Two of them and a hint of something else. He could hear voices as he crept up to the master bedroom but he could no longer understand the spoken word so lost he was in his lust for blood and meat.<br/><br/>He met them in the hallway, two naked men. They smelled strongly of sex. One had a heavy bat but it was of no use as he lunged and tore out his throat, blood spurting all over the walls. The warm liquid was a relief to his deep need. The other was screaming, interrupting his bliss, so he crushed his head to silence him. He tore into the lifeless bodies, crunching bones, flesh and organs as he went, blood soaking him. He snapped up the guts like spaghetti as they spilled from the bodies.<br/><br/>Completely absorbed in the overwhelming delight of the kill he did not notice a female standing in a door way off to his left, a pistol in her shaking hands. Her small intake of breath caught his attention. The moon light pored over her beautiful form. Long dark hair was loose about her small shoulders. A short, white, silken night gown revealed her form rather than hid it from view. he paused, blood dripping from his muzzle as he starred at her. Something in him was trying to remember something, no say something...no, it was too far away. He was held by her unreadable gaze for a moment but that was all it took as she squeezed the trigger. He growled as the bullet hit him deep in the shoulder but it snapped him out of it and he lunged at her, ripping her throat out but not before she got off another round. It buried it's self into his lower rib cage. She had been saying something but he did not understand what those beautiful full lips were trying to say.<br/><br/>Resuming gorging himself he ate her too, bones and all. Nothing would be left of the three except a bloodied silken night gown, laying in a spray of blood. When nothing was left he took himself outside and met up with Dax. The entire thing had not taken him long. Blood oozed from the gun shot wounds and besides a dull and annoying pain he did not feel them much. The bullets would have to be removed in order for the wounds to heal. Licking his bloody muzzle he gave a wolfish grin to Dax. It was fun hunting in a pack, though he had made a bit more noise than the others.<br/>