He wasn’t wrong. Despite the decades he’s spent (seven to be exact) training his body and mind to harness and control his monstrous urges and needs, it wasn’t perfect – he wasn’t perfect by any means. Mistakes could happen, they have. Ethan was merely determined to work hard to ensure they didn’t. He set a ‘scheduled’ feeding time, once every couple of months, one donor and a few small gulpfuls of blood should hold him off for a while. His next time was approaching soon, but he could manage without it just fine. In all honesty, he had one donor already in mind though getting close to the demon’s neck without a struggle would prove difficult.
“You do not have to worry about me. I assure you.” Was all he said in response. It would be foolish to think that Ky’lar would believe him just like that, Ethan knew that he had to prove himself to earn his complete trust – not that he assumed he would get that, not entirely at least. “Ky’lar? Amusing, I thought a unique name would fit such an…idiosyncratic person. It seems I was right.” Hands slipped into pockets, the vampire leaning back on his heels, balancing himself effortlessly. “Is that all you require of me, Ky’lar? Simply that I control myself? For a moment, you made it seem as though you had something to offer that would be worth my while – was I mistaken to assume you were extravagant?”
There was no doubt in Ky’s mind that the moment things became a little problematic ( or he let down his guard ) that Ethan would use that moment to strike. He’d been involved with Vampires before; not romantically, but, rather, it was purely business, and among other things… he hated them.
If it was up to him, every single vampire in existence would be eradicated. It wouldn’t matter who they were or what they could do for him. They would all be not just dead, but exterminated as well.
“Your assurances mean nothing.” At least to him, Ky knew what Vampires could do, and how easy restraint could slip from their grasp. So, he was going to take everything Ethan said simply on face value. At least until Ky felt he could have a sense of peace around him ( but even then that little part was unlikely to happen ).
“You might be able to control yourself today, maybe even tomorrow as well, but the moment i turn my back,” or let his guard down, “you’ll be ready to stick those fangs where they don’t belong.” Then, Ky would break them off, but he doubted that he’d needed to state the obvious for the moment.
“You worry about keeping your nature under control and maybe i’ll let you in on everything, but only when the time comes.”