A flash of movement, and his fangs hit flesh. Zach began to drink, making sure to drain every last drop. Then, he released the arm and began to vomit it up rather violently on to the floor.

"Note to self." He mumbled weakly after he had finished emptying his guts, "Vampire's can't drink their own blood." Zach gripped at his arm, which had been torn up rather savagely by his feverant hunger. "You still want to offer me you arm, Oda, because I don't think that's very wise. Don't ever do that again, I don't care how much I need it. I will drain you dry, whether I'm near starved or not. The hunger is just that strong."

Zach got up, staring with disgust at the blood puddle on the ground. "Let me clean this up." 

With a flourish of his hand, the blood rose into the air, forming into a small sphere, before flowing back into the wound, causing Zach to his in discomfort. When that was done, he turned to look at everyone staring at him, with either concern or fear, he din't know. "Jimmy, I changed my mind. I'm going after the vampire gang, cause even if they know jack shit, they still have their use as an . . . alternative food source for me. If anyone wants to come with me, then come along, other wise I'll see you when I see you." 

Zach then walked inside the room, asking the Reapers in here the same questions. "I rather go with someone else, since their strength in numbers, but considering my condition, if i don't go I'm going to end up killing somebody." Zach left the room, and then began to walk towards the exit, his destination and his mind set on this course of action. Umbram followed behind him for a bit, before dispersing into shadows that wrapped around Zach's shoulders like a cloak, a hood over his head. One had to admit that he certainly looked the part of a Reaper now, especially with his eyes. They constantly shifted from scarlet to silver, a sign of his inner struggle with his demons.