"So touching, you'd do anything for family. He refuses to drink your blood simply because you're [i]family[/i]. Ah, be still my heart." 

Pyotr gave an insincere smile, more than anything he wanted to come over there and make good on his promise. It would feel damned good to see that smug bitch get what she deserved. 

"And what do you expect me to get from your "moving", and "rousing" speech? That I would be emotionally moved by your amazing sense of loyalty to family? Should I have bent my neck down and said "Here, I'm sorry about the misunderstanding, take my blood because I'm apparently the strongest here, such a compliment! Take all you need!" Yeah, because I'm better off than you. Even talking to you damn hurts. Everything hurts. I haven't eaten well in days, same as you. Been subjugated to torture like anyone in this room. Did it ever occur to you that I fought through the pain because it seemed that someone else was worse off than me? I try and help someone and this is what happens... Jesus. I'd rather have all the blood in me drained and thrown into the sea than give it to him. You are just like every other scum I've met. Always making excuses, never taking blame for their own crimes. At least your friend had the decency to warn me. A vampire with honor, rare these days."

Pyotr attempted to calm himself down. There'd be no reasoning with her. Love did make people insane anyway, he'd probably never understand. He used a neutral tone of voice, a radical change from the venom-filled speech he had given. 

" I've got no family to call my own. By your logic I should have raped, murdered, and pillaged everything from here to Shanghai. Well, I haven't, no matter what you think. And I'm not going to hide my intentions and cry that I'm doing things for some, [b]Righteous[/b] cause. I'm going to walk away and simply watch as your boyfriend or whatever slowly dies. And I'm watching because it'll feel damn good when you bawl your eyes out when he finally dies. We'll see then where this "family" has gotten you now.

He slowly backed away, keeping his distance from Kaori and Daniel. It wasn't his business what happened to those two now. He had offered his help, and his good intentions were met with bad. All he needed to focus on was getting out.... and perhaps making sure, if by some small fluke the male survived, that those two didn't make it out of this complex alive. They were... dangerous. One was a vampire, and the other.. it didn't matter if she was a supernatural or not, she cannot leave here alive. But, he'd need to get out first after all, and find some weapons. Assuming the male lived through the night.

Even though it was.... a bit unsettling having someone staring daggers at him, Pyotr, simply stared back with a blank expression, and tried to take his mind off of the treachery that occurred here. Wouldn't do him much good. He quietly uttered to himself, throwing the bloodied shard on the ground.

"Damn, a smoke would be good right now... a drink too maybe."