Tony is a werewolf who doesn't really give a shit about societal norms. He has a vampire fetish a mile wide but unfortunately vampires are rare and stick to their covens so he's never had the chance to get one into his bed.
Then Steve shows up, the most famous vampire in the history of – well, at least the last couple hundred years – and Tony wants those teeth in his neck so badly he can feel his tail wagging at the mere thought. Only problem is – Steve despises everything Tony and his werewolf-blood stand for.
He’s obviously in the warehouse district near the docks, probably in one of the abandoned packing plants or something of the like. Honestly at this point this kidnapping couldn’t get more cliché if it actively tried.
“Service sucks and the wait staff stole my clothes,” Tony whispers, unable to help himself as he slinks down the hall, “Zero stars, would not come again.”
Tony curled himself into a little ball, folding his wings over his tiny body and shivered. So, this is how he would die? Left starving and frozen in the snow?