"Oh look, the vampire is not happy. Well, иди в жопу. Don't see you paing your respects for taking my blood you [i]Leech[/i]." Pyotr began to chuckle as his eyes shifted back and forth between the members of the "family" in front of him. " Maybe I should shut up and have you talk more eh? I'm not the one who seems riled up by this talk anyway. It excites you more doesn't it?" The vampire had given him the kind of condescending look he only remember all too well. Even though Pyotr had... a tendency to let loose a... colorful use of language, he was no longer in the mood to mock or taunt. It was a look that the wealthy and immortals usually gave those they deemed.. unworthy of their presence. Arrogant bastards, the lot of em. Didn't matter in the end... both the wealthy and immortal could die just like any other living being, a fact they seemed to forget right up until the point of death. "Ah, maybe I should just stop talking to you. Wouldn't want you to get a heart attack. I'll spare you from dealing with an "uncivilized" human like me." 

As for the.. priest or whatever, he wasn't sure if the man was just naive or plain stupid. " Just look around you, holy man.. People are going to die. It could be me, you, that girl, the vampire, I could go on. Fact of the matter is, I don't like them, they don't like me. Which would be fine by me, except that, you know, we're in a damned cage. The moment I let my guard down, I'll be murdered, or something close to that. You see, your people don't like my people. And my people don't like yours. Simply as that. Don't know who started the war, could have been both for all I know, but, I know everything wasn't all hugs and kisses, water under the bridge bullshit. That's why there's still a war to this day. And it seems I won't forgive those supernaturals for what happened here today, and they won't forgive me." It was a bad situation by all means. He was isolated, with no means of reliably defending himself. But, odds meant nothing. With will and determination, others had similar odds stacked against them. 

Pyotr just hoped he lived long enough to retrieve his weapons and go out in a goddamn big firefight if he were ever to me murdered by one of those back stabbing sons of bitches....