Before Ted could physical react, Mithias pounced up from underneath him. Ted was grabbed under his jaw and lifted off the ground by a clawed hand as if he were a bale of hay. His rifle was swiftly torn out of his hands, leaving him defenseless in shock. As he looked down, the color drained from his skin. The face of the devil himself glared up at him with glowing red eyes and fangs like a mad dog. The sight sent the only other guard sprinting back into the compound. 

Mithias could have eaten him. He wanted to, but of course, another part of him didn't want to, crying 'not yet' to his darker half. Patiently, it stayed, agreeing to abide, for now, on the agreement that a promise had been made. Dealing with his nature was like a continual negotiation. Mithias would give in later. He promised. But for any vampire, there was only so long he could sustain denial. 

Mithias tossed Ted's gun to the ground, rather than crushing it in his hand, which he could have done, and set down the trembling guard. Humans couldn't be blamed for their reactions. Mithias didn't hate them, and he didn't intend to control them, but he was lonely. And the fact that humans in this world faced potential extinction gave him much grief. Was there any hope of helping them, being what he was?

The bullet wound in his back had already healed when Mithias looked up to see the others arriving on scene. He was surprised to see other, non-human beings were here, apparently aiding the humans in some way. he glared warily, hope tethering his feet to the ground as he half expected more ignorant bullets to come flying his direction.