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Vladimir had felt the build up of thrust. His vision had started to haze with the red of it and he took the moment to run. He got the heck out of there seeing no other choice and not really wanting to beat up the people in there any further. He kept over fences with ease, his grey eyes deeper in color with red becoming more prominent.

Then, he stopped. He felt he was far enough away to be safe. Apparently, that was wrong of him to think. A woman approached him...he did not know her name. His eyes darted to the gun and his head tilted. The movement causing his earring to glint from under his hair. His eyes slowly moved up to her face then back down to her neck.

He hadn't had human blood in so long. He quickly looked back down. [color=lightblue]"Evening. I would hope you do not wish to use that....toy on me"[/color] He shook somewhat as he resisted the urge to gently tear into her neck. He would not, he had given that up so long ago. It was like a past drug addict getting exposed to the drug they had given up cold.