I was pleased to hear her words, yet she claims to be very well at it, and she is only decent I would say. Of course, I may be bias. My family speaks Latin in the way it is meant to be spoken. She did not learn it from any of them, that is for certain, but her efforts to learn it for me are appreciated. She admits it, and it really I do know that the Latin language is superior. I am glad I had an influence on her to improve her life that much more. I grin, but not for long as I have other things more important to take care of. That is to kill.

I had moved past her, my senses locked on the prey that lingered near by. There is always prey to be found. The earth is teeming with life everywhere, life to be ripped to pieces and explored. I do not rest until I know no slithering creature is lingering near my den each night. It is my way, that is growing more and more strong with each rise of the bright sun.

I had paid little attention to Melek when I engaged in the hunt. I figure she knows what to do, or she better. I am not sure if I have the patience for directing others, not at this age, and maybe not ever. When I began the chase, my muscles carried my forming body, my ears acute as I hear Melek off in the not so far distance. I know this animal is focused on me, and I direct the animal into its dead.

Melek is successful, and for this I am glad, however, I do not have time to actually acknowledge it. My white form continues on as Melek's paw trips up the lowly creature. I push my body to go faster, my limbs taking larger strides at a faster rate just for a moment. It was enough for me to take a snap, my young, sharp fangs catching hold of the rabbit's back left paw.

My body slows as does the rabbit's. It attempts to get free of my grasp, but I hold on tight. I get the slightest taste of blood on my tongue from the punctures I had made, and I can feel my violet eyes glimmer and dilate with a hot blood lust. I can feel the twitching of the creature desperately trying to escape, and my eyes dart over to Melek. My grip is holding on the leg, but I am unsure what she would do. I will give her a moment to react, to sink her own fangs into the flesh for I know she must feel the same...she must feel the same as I when fang hits flesh. I want her to experience it too. To inflict harm and pain and feel the pleasure that swims through our veins. I am okay with sharing this with her, and I can only hope she won't let it die so quickly, for it is most fun when the kill screams and struggles for as long as possible.