“I told you to expect a visitor, no?” Kat nodded. Then Gloria turned to Xander. “That visitor will be for you. You cannot trust him. He will betray you.”
Tightening her grip in the model’s hair, she wrenched their head back and dove into the model’s neck, tearing olive skin open and drinking the sweet and spicy nectar.
Imagine if one was merely a de-evolution of the same being, but one was in control of its bloodlust.