[@BlackPanther]

Well they almost had him, the slippery devil he was.  One quick grasp of the youngling's hand and she yelped drawing her hand away from her death grip on his greasy hair, Rebecca scowling at the beast while keeping him trained in her sights.  His retort, pretentious at most, the woman, still in disbelief that she had to crawl all over the bastard just to get his guard down once, seething on the inside with the utmost displeasure to his snide remarks, even the rude gesture he issued to shoo them away like bothersome mosquitoes.

[color=ed1c24]~"If you think we're just going to scurry away because you defeated us, then you're an even bigger fool than I had you pegged for."~[/color]  Her snarky comment delivered with the telltale click of the gun's hammer being thumbed back.  [color=ed1c24]~"My beloved and I are not leaving until you've given us everything.  Who were the major players of the three families, what sordid affairs did they have their filthy hands in, and just who the bloody hell was targeting all three?"~[/color]  Then, something caught her eye, a brief glint of light, garnering her attention to...something in his ear.  [i][color=ed1c24]Dammit.[/color][/i]  There it was, proof that even if the did pump him full of bullets...he would just brush it off as a mere scratch from two incensed vampires.  Rebecca smirked, lowering her weapon and snickering to herself, more or less mortified by not realizing it before.  [color=6ecff6]"Mistress?"[/color]  Camille's brow furrowed, once more her .45 aimed dead center on the back of his head.  [color=6ecff6]"What the hell are you doing?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]~"Ah, so it would appear."~[/color]  She mused shaking her head, still that confident grin she wore even after learning of her tactless error.  [color=ed1c24]~"You're immune to silver, huh Vladdy-boy?  Quite a rarity, but it also means even if we did intend to kill you...there simply would be no reason for us to gun you down.  I'm afraid we're carrying the wrong equipment to get rid of you.  So, you've won this one, you smarmy prick."~[/color]  Back into her holster her gun went, a mental slap of her hand to her face, [i][color=ed1c24]Good show Rebecca, good show.  Not only did you debase yourself for this bastard...you can't even kill him.  Even so, I'll find this one's Achilles' Heel...and have him groveling before my feet[/color][/i]

[color=ed1c24]~"Camille sweetie."~[/color]  She sighed, calling to the girl.  [color=ed1c24]~"Lower your gun from him.  All those bullets will do is just ruin his nice clothes.  And we wouldn't want that, now would we Vlad?"~[/color]  That last snarky bit added with a heated glare towards him, a look that indeed said without a single word...she would kill him one day.