A snarl escaped my throat and I lunged, knocking the jar out of his hands and throwing him against the wall, thrusting his gun arm into his throat. The Black Circles illustrious leader gasped, choking on the bit of booze still in his throat. The sound of guns loading a round into the chamber made me laugh but I didn't say anything, just stared at Madison with cold, black eyes. A demonic growl oozed from my lips and Madison's eyes widened once he saw my fangs extend.

"You wouldn't taste all that good but it's better than nothing."

"ZAK!"

My eyes snapped over to Nova with a growl, "What?"

"Put him down. He's just a dumb, disgusting drunk. He would taste no better than Luca...No offense."

"None taken."

Nova was right...Madison would taste no better than the whores I used to survive off of...so I dropped him and he landed with a sick thud. Just as I got to Nova, the sound of Madison's gun going off and the pain of the bullet entering my back snapped me out of my hunger induced possession. I grabbed Nova's shoulder and stumbled, another snarl leaving my throat as I looked back at Madison.

"You're a dead man, John."