Obviously

“Hush your annoying prattle, my ‘friend’…and enjoy your last few moments of life.” She turned towards Darius, “Let us dine, my spawn, and enjoy your first taste of living blood.”

She circled behind Rudolph, grabbed his thinning white hair, jerked his head to the side, and bit his throat, then she drank deeply of his blood. After a moment she stepped back, and wiped the blood from her lips and chin. Then she gestured at the man, who moaned groggily. “Drink what is left. Kill my old nemesis…as I had killed his son, who had been his previous protégée.”

Darius hesitated, for he had never before killed, and he even felt disgust at himself…but the hunger was overwhelming. His fangs elongated, his face contorted, his ears became pointed, and his eyes burned red, as he leaped forward and bit the hunter’s throat. Deeply he drank, the hot blood pumping into his mouth, and he savored the taste, bitter…yet strangely also sweet. More and more he drank, feeling more powerful than he ever had before. He drank until the body went limp and died.