Alec
The dark, damp alley had gone still. Quieter.
And when I drew the woman's ragdoll-like body up in my arms again to get at a better angle over her bent throat, Jane had suddenly pressed a hand upon my shoulder. I look up at her blood-soaked chin and I scanned the two lifeless bodies sprawled out behind her.
She batted her lashes fleetingly, trying to make me grow soft. "Not so fast, brother. That one is supposed to be mine."
"Why do you always get the last bite?" I remarked through my elongated fangs.
"Because I'm the oldest." Jane half-sneered, half-mocked.
I couldn't help but to growl back at her in my own frustration, because even if I wanted to say no, we both knew I wouldn't verbalize it. "By three minutes at most!" I caved, and repositioned myself so she had room to feed from the woman too.
The only other response I received from Jane though, was her angelic laugh before she had lowered her head for the final kill.