Jack moved from beside Ianto, his eyes deeply showed his determination; his plan was going so well. He's already accomplished the death of Owen, with no struggle from Ianto; who in fact seemed pleased for such task. He never expected Ianto to agree with him that easily, he didn't seem like the type to quickly accept the taste to murder. Such a vile thing a human would do; but he was a vampire now. And the brain functioned and thought a lot differently; dark, would be the best description.

"Come on Doc, live a little." Jack pouted, a small smirk lit up on his face.

The Doctor's eyes narrowed at the term Jack had called him by, that name irritated him and Jack knew it. Such behaviour was normal from Jack, but the death of a human was unacceptable. Glancing swiftly amongst the room he noted the still form of a once Toshiko Sato, the remains of her lifeless body with a tear of cloth wrapped around her neck; which was pooled in her own blood. Two deaths, which made him furious.

"Don't tell me to live a little Harkness, you have committed murder; twice. And to encourage Ianto to do such a thing is selfish." He growled, edging closer to the pair of them. Glancing down at Owen he bent down; his fingers slowly trailing over the now deceased young man. The Doctor sealed his eyes shut for a moment, biting down on his lips gently he whispered, "I'm sorry." So many emotions were building up inside of him, sorrow was the main one.

"Wait, you're sorry? For him?" Jack asked surprised, he extended his arm down to Owen in disbelief. He could not believe what he was hearing, the Doctor; his fellow teacher and friend, sorry for a human being who had caused such pain and suffering.

"He was defenceless!" he older vampire snapped, standing on his feet with fury. His two fists clenched as he tried to control his anger, he hadn't felt like this for years, decades even.

"He deserved it after what he did to all three of us." Jack fought, his gaze switching between the two of them.

"That's no excuse for what you have done here Jack. You should be ashamed for such behaviour, have you not learned anything from your training?"

"That was back then, and this is now." Jack said coldly.

"You're giving a bad impression to Ianto. You have to remember Jack; he was human too not long ago. He's new Jack, and he quickly learning. If you keep acting like this, it will have a bad outcome on Ianto." The Doctor warned.

Startled by this, Jack turned back to face his mate. His red eyes and dripping fangs staring at him with curiosity. The Doctor was right, if this diet was to continue like it was; Ianto will struggle to adjust to the blood of an animal. However, surely a few more pints of blood can't be that bad? This was just after all, a taste of what human blood is like.

"I'm sure just one more human cannot hurt." He answered with a small smile emerging on his blood stained lips.

The Doctor groaned loudly, "Don't you ever learn Jack? This will mentally affect Ianto and his training!" he snapped, irritated.

Both vampires exhaled sharply, their gazes locked on one and other deeply. Jack's sharp teeth prepared in for the lunge of attack, whilst the Doctor's wasn't. Every Vampire knows that the set of fangs can also be used as a weapon, not just for catching the latest meal. Just one bite with the injection of venom was enough to cause a vampire pain for hours, a burning sensation; with the bite mark taking months to heal. It was enough to paralyze the victim for the greatest escape. Of course the Doctor knew this, but he didn't arm his teeth. Deep down, he couldn't bear the thought of causing Jack suffering; even if it was for his own good.

Ianto on the other hand, was dreadfully confused. He had no sense of what was going on, two people that were once friends and he still hoped are, were bickering. He had never heard of a conversation that was so; tense. And yet, the whole thing was aimed at him. This made him feel rather uncomfortable. Although they weren't directly talking to him, it made him feel on the spot. And, he never liked that type of treatment.

His gaze shifted down to Gwen, who had seemed to been forgotten about. But her scent of blood lingered in the air; 24 hours ago Ianto would have grimaced at the smell. The slight smell of iron would have been enough to make Ianto leave the room. But he was a changed man.

His stomach rumbled loudly; such a scent now was more than enough to make his stomach cry out. And because he was still so thirsty, it was hard to believe that he hadn't yet attacked Gwen. Silently, he crept closer towards her. His eyes slightly filling up with determination, he felt starving. Was he going to be able to do it without the supervision of Jack? From what he had told him it wasn't that hard to claim your drink, but; from what he has heard from the Doctor, was it right to take the life from Gwen? Just to claim your thirst?

So many questions were buzzing through Ianto's mind, so many that he wanted answered. Being brought into a new life with so many new questions that weren't being answered was slightly irritating, but he was the kind of man who was patient; hopefully he still was. The two other vampire's bickering had now long gone left his ears, his eyes directly on Gwen now.

So thirsty.

And so unsatisfied.

He paused beside Gwen, his eyes flickering down to meet hers. She looked so afraid, her battered body covered in numerous cuts and bruises. She looked a completely new women to the person he met a couple days ago. She seemed less confident, and more petrified. She knew when her game was up, and it was now. Kneeling down beside her he had cupped her mouth with his hand just as she opened her lips to shriek. His cool fingers laced around her cheeks; sending a wave of ice through her veins. He could feel the heat from her face penetrate onto his skin; he had never known someone's temperature to be that high, until now.

His eyes now met Gwen's both sharing the same glance, of curiosity. Gwen wondering what Ianto was going to do with her, whilst Ianto was trying to recover what he had to do next; should he wait for Jack? Or just go for it?

His eyes narrowed at Gwen when he attempted to lick him, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva on his cold palm. She had retrieved her tongue instantly, a look of disgust appearing on her lips when she realised that he had blood on his hand; either Owen's or her own. Ianto's fingers tightened ever so slightly on her cheek, just enough force to gently cut into her cheeks with his nails. Just the faintest amount of blood left her cheeks, but it was enough to make his head spin.

Please Ianto...

Her voice, her lips weren't moving; but how did he manage to hear her voice?

"What?" he answered softly, his gaze now locked on her eyes. She seemed just as confused as he was, and yet; Ianto heard her voice again.

Don't kill me Ianto, I'm the one who brought you and Jack together.

He narrowed his eyes, he was definite he heard her voice this time. But her lips still weren't moving, did this mean that; perhaps, he had the telepathic ability too? Like Jack? He would have investigated further, if it wasn't for his stomach. This time sending a shock of wave through him, demanding for another refill. Glancing down he sealed his eyes, coping with the pain he waited for it to subside enough for him to concentrate once again. It took time, but his stomach must have finally realised what Ianto was going to do.

Looking back at Gwen he opened his mouth slightly, his teeth no longer red as his tongue had licked them clean; in the attempt to retrieve more blood. Leaning in closer he whispered, "For that I'm grateful,"

His nose was almost touching the back of his hand when he heard Gwen's heartbeat quicken. The rhythm was furious, and way out of control. Such behaviour was needed to be put to rest, and Ianto was able to do that. Moving to her neck now, he ran his other fingers delicately down the smooth skin before he replaced them with his teeth. Digging into her flesh and exposing the blood for him to drink.

His hand moved away from Gwen's mouth and slid down to the other side of her neck, where he gave him more control on his drinking. Her blood was divine, truly a mouth-watering liquid. This was his second taste of blood, and he had to admit that this one was by far the best. It was packed with more flavours, and the strong taste of what felt like determination and hatred; that was his favourite part in drinking her blood.

"Ianto!"

Strong arms wrapped around his shoulders in a long hard grip, being in what he felt were a rugby tackle; Ianto was forcefully pulled away from Gwen's neck. He fought against the arms; trying to maintain his teeth in her neck. His fighting was useless, as his teeth detached from Gwen's neck in a hard shove; and only now did he hear her screaming. Not only was he alarmed, but confused; upon feeling something leave his mouth. Was it some of Gwen's blood he had not managed to swallow?

He found himself in the Doctor's arms, hitting against the concrete ground he groaned slightly. He was not expecting that, and especially not from the Doctor. His gaze wasn't meeting anyone's gazes, but Gwen's body who was now screaming louder than before. The puncture in her neck oozing with blood, his eyes widened; he hadn't finished what he had started.

"Ianto! What have you done?" the Doctor shouted, his gaze drifting to Ianto below him and then Gwen. He abandoned Ianto on the spot, now moving swiftly across to Gwen who was still screaming; her eyes sealed in pain. It wasn't long however, until Jack had replaced the Doctor's spot. Hovering over Ianto he pulled the young vampire up off of the ground; Ianto's back pressed against Jack's chest as the both of them were staring at the Doctor.

"Doc?" Jack asked, his voice sounding deeply uncertain.

"Don't you see what's happened? I warned the pair of you of the consequences, but neither of you would listen. Ianto's injected his venom into Gwen's bloodstream." The Doctor growled.

Ianto's mind was now racing, what? What he had mistaken as being easy had now turned into a disaster. Gwen wasn't supposed to be injected with venom, that wasn't what he wanted. His eyes had widened, this wasn't what he wanted at all. So much death, and cruelty. He had turned into a monster.

"What are we going to do?" he asked quietly, panic seeping through his lips.

"There's nothing we can do, not with this kind of bite; it's too deep." The Doctor answered, his fingers trailing over the bite mark Ianto had produced. It was fairly deep, there was no chance for the venom to be taken out now, and it was deeply lodged in her system.

"Wait." Jack murmured, now joining the Doctor; his mind filtering out Gwen's screams of pain. "Suppose we can't take the venom out of her system, but injecting another source of venom into her system will react in the fought for dominance, which will end in the destruction of the venom." Jack suggested, his gaze reaching down to Gwen. "Such impact will kill her but it has to be done."

There was a long silence between the three vampires, all of them occasionally glancing at one and other, the Doctor looking the least impressed at the thought of another death. He was now coming across the death of the third person on the same day, and that he did not like.

"There is a flaw to this plan." Jack muttered, his gaze reaching Ianto's first and then the Doctor's. "Ianto's venom additionally has mine added into it as I am his creator, so injecting my venom will only result in both of them mutating together into a stronger substance. If anyone is to inject their venom it will be the Doctor."

Gwen's body arched sharply as she fought off the venom, ignoring the audience above her she tossed and turned. Trying to move to an angle in which she felt no pain, but it wasn't working. The only audience she had was the Doctor, as both Jack and Ianto were staring at him. Wondering what choice he was to make. Save a woman who has caused murder to their population, or kill her which will scar him for life. The choice was his.