The Tangle You're dead, Gwen Stacy

Her heart started quickening, to his delight. She was realizing now. Good. He hated ignorant prey, though they were often the easiest kills. No, he knew himself to be a finer hunter than that. The strigoi chuckled, darkly, stepping forward. Trouble? No, I do not wish to cause much trouble, Understatement of the century, he laughed internally. I am simply a hungry man, that's all, He took another step, then another, ready to pounce if she fled. He waited for the telltale twitch in her muscles that would send him flying towards her, towards that pale throat. No, there was no empathy for her. She did not spark that recognition in him, that would still him completely, stave off his hunger.