The vampyric fever coursed within him. Hot and tight and hard as it shrieked to be satiated. To be fed.
He whimpered. The need was so primeval it was becoming impossible to resist.
He squeezed his pale green eyes closed, his hand leaving a sweaty print against the wall as he swayed in the embrace of the urge to kill.
Five more minutes. If he could keep the throb of murder from his heart for 5 more minutes the job would be done and Sam would be safe.
He growled at the darkness within him and rose to his task.