"Bloodsucker! Come! Fight with me!" The guy was massive, even for a demon, his shoulders like slabs of stone and his fists wrapped in spiked iron bands. The crowd nearby erupted with cheers, a circle forming around Damon and Mark almost instantly.
Not so surprisingly, the surrounding demons howled in excitement. Bets were already being shouted, crude coins and trinkets being exchanged.
"Ten bone chips on the brute!"
"Twenty coppers on the bloodsucker!"
"Heh, he'll be meat before the next mug's emptied!"
The brute stomped the ground, dust flying up around his bare feet. "You walk our streets with your crimson eyes, looking down on us? Show me if vampire blood is worth anything, or crawl away like the leech you are!"
Damon only calmly smiled. "Remember, when in Rome…" He gave a small nod to Mark, who silently stepped back, mingling with the crowd.
