Ezekiel stared blankly at the vampire with the whip while she rolled it back up into it's curled position. Crouching down quickly, he retrieved his pistol from the floor and tucked it back in the holster at his side. "Names Ezekiel, ta-ta for now." He concluded, easily throwing himself over the guard rail of the fire excape, injured leg stinging intently as he thumped onto the concrete from the few feet he jumped. Breaking into a light sprint, the hunter emerged into the busy streets and immediatly blended in without issue. Ezekiel watched as a carier truck drove by, transporting the smoldering wreckage of the motorcycle.

Removeing the black wool beanie from his head, tucking it inside his trenchcoat for now. Followed by removing the beanie, he released his long black hair from the thick clips he had the pony-tail tied in. This slight change in image distorted him to a remarkable degree, providing a slight guise from first-glance identifications of anyone whom was on the scene earlier. Running a hand through his dark, gray-streaked hair, the hunter took a seat infront of the diner he had stopped into earlier that evening and watched the cops interview suspects.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane