The rogue youth eyed the custom-made dagger, then snarled and took a careless swipe at Damien.
"Don't be stupid, kid. That hard-on you're feeling is just the vampire blood and whatever f****d up drug you're on talking. Drop your blade, and let's take this s**t down a notch, get you the help you need to come off your high." If the youth even heard Damien talking, it might as well have been coming at him in a foreign language. Nothing seemed to register. The hybrid's glowing yellow eyes remained fixed and unresponsive, his breath sawing in and out of him from between his bared teeth. Thick pink spittle gathered at the corners of his mouth. He looked rabid, completely out of his mind.
He snarled. Took another swipe at Damien with the knife. As the edge of the blade came toward him, Damien m
