Your kind

Derek watched the man's blade fall from his hands and he fell backward, a white beast appearing behind him with his mouth drenched in blood "You are not gonna develop a taste for blood right" Derek queried as Daniel quickly clawed the man Derek had stabbed close to his groin.

His energy-coated claws cleanly cut off the man's head. The last man ran out of the coach and Daniel followed with the last words drifting into Derek's ear.

"Taste horrible. I would never develop anything to this trash tasting Liquid"

Derek didn't know if he should remind Daniel that the so-called trash was human blood. The very thing that ran through his body from his birth. But it was better like this. The kid developing an addiction to human blood or flesh would be disturbing.