He stuttered for words, a failure as usual, at even the simplest tasks. He wasn't like Hal. He couldn't just romance a woman with a few pretty words and drink her dry. God, even as a human the only way he'd even got married was because he'd grown up knowing Rachel and their parents wanted them to get married. He'd never really had to ask her to get married. He'd never even been on a proper "date" until Hal started making him go on these little forays with women.
"You look nice." He said, snapping up his glass of wine and staring at it.
"You've said that four times." The woman retorted, sipping at her wine with rapt interest. "Look, I'm just going to g-"
"No, please, please. My friend. He's got me doing this." Cutler spoke low, glancing over his shoulder at the table where Hal was sitting. He'd felt his eyes on his back the whole evening. "He wants to make sure that I can do this. Please make me look good." Cutler keep glancing at the girl's neck as he spoke, he could hear her blood pulsing in her vein and it had been distracting him.
"Do you want me to kiss you or something?" The girl looked him up and down with a cocked brow.
"I.. er.. no. You don't have to do that. Just." Cutler drank his wine, trying to calm his nerves. When had he started getting so hot? "Make me look good."
The girl sighed, leaning towards him and kissing his cheek. "How about this, you and I walk out into the alleyway, give it a few moments. I'll light a cig, smoke a bit. Rumple my hair, loosen your tie." She finished her wine. "We can come back and your mate can think that you've had yourself a little fun."
"Alright." Cutler left his wine unfinished and followed the girl out of the back door of the bar. He could hear Hal's footsteps right behind them, following after to watch him go in for the kill.
"What are you doing?" The girl asked, looking between the two men as they came towards her. She hadn't been expecting to be followed out by her date's friend. "I'm not in to this sort of thing."
"Fucking kill her." Hal hissed, lunging at her and covering her mouth. "Now Cutler." He looked at his young protégé. He continued to hesitate and Hal decided that it was his loss. He sank his teeth into the young woman's neck, enjoying the delicious taste that seeped into his mouth.
She whimpered, too weak to fight off her attacker's hands as they shoved down her tights and yanked her dress up around her waist. He was ruthless and Cutler was left to watch.
"You waste too much fucking time." Hal licked the blood from his lips, turning to look at Cutler. "Take a bite while I finish this."
Cutler gulped, the smell of blood drawing him to her near lifeless form. He'd found that nothing disgusted him any longer. His sank his fangs into her neck, taking the last of her lifeblood from her as Harry got his jollies from her dying body.
It was sick and it was twisted but that was what he'd become. He couldn't even properly do it himself. He could only let Hal do the first bite and then finish off his seconds. He was a failure.