In a beautiful spray of sparkling liquor, a shotglass slowly rotated as it flew through the air in the decelerated time of vampiric perception. The lights glinted off its every facet and crack like a cube of ice as it sailed on toward its destination. Yep, thought Mithias, who watched it. He had been a fool to think this whole mission hadn't been a setup from the start. He had really gotten lax over the years in running Soldier, or rather it was that Soldier had grown too big for one vampire to hold into any more. Soldier's board of generals were in fact all human, a fact that Mithias had overlooked in trust and attributed simply to probability, ie. humans far outnumbered vampires in the world. Of course it made sense that humans would take all the positions of power in the Soldier organization eventually, and of course eventually, they would want to be rid of him. By sending Mithias and his lot to England, Soldier could either blacken his name or place him in the maw of the beast they believe will kill him given such a ripe opportunity. Because, if there was a powerful vampire lord who ruled an entire country, wouldn't he kill someone who basically sold his kind out on their best chance at total world domination? Either way, Soldier wins. They never expected the squad to be able to keep their cover at the nightclub.

Everyone froze as Rin's psychic command went out. The misty image of her physical form made itself apparent near the black-haired vampiress, who pridefully refused to show any fear despite her sudden, immediate concern about a ghost-vampire appearing next to her. The goons around Ashley, Sonja, Katya, and Allison also paused, but bared their fangs and keep one of each of their eyes on the girls while Rin spoke. 

The blonde, spiky-haired vampire with the blue eyes dropped his jaw mockingly. "'Soldier?' Did you seriously say bloody SOLDIER??" His eyebrows lifted in sincere amusement and surprise as he laughed and slapped his knee. The crowd gathered around them was now seriously interested. This was the best drama they had seen in a century! They began muttering in not so pleasant phrases about Solder and its place in the UK. The bottom line: it wasn't wanted. 

Mithias began to feel the pointed glances. 

"Fucking Solder."
"You don't belong here!"
"Let us teach them a lesson..."

Spike gestured over to Mithias, finally looking into his vivid yellow eyes from across the room. "And I bet that's fucking Mithias Varom..." He stopped before he even finished the name. "Devil's cock! You've got to be kidding me!" 

"He betrayed his own!"
"Kinslayer! Human's pet dog!"

The insults began flying. 

"Tear them apart!"

In a frenzy of rage, and a like proportion of mindless amusement, the vampiric crowd dived on them. In that instant, that shot glass we talked about earlier crashed into the skull of the vampire that was holding a gun to Roman's back, disabling him temporarily. Having just thrown the glass, Mithias ducked down. "Soldier! Fight for your lives!" The two vampires pounced him, only to be thrown off in fancy, Judo fashion. Tables were smashed, chairs went flying, the floor turned into some kind of sick, slippery ice-arena covered in broken glass. Everybody was fighting. Even Mattias, who looked human enough, became a target. Guns, knives, claws, and even high heels were wielded indiscriminately. 

Mithias had some advantage due to the unexpected strength of his blood, but there were a lot of gifted vampires present, and the tragedy was, nobody needed to die. Initially, he ran toward his human allies, but a sudden whip of darkness tripped him up, keeping him separated. It was a Kill Bill scene in there.