Adversity wasn't exactly unexpected. Like animals, humans were generally predictable. It was the rare individual who questioned that could ever draw an immortal's interest. Fortunately, hatred and vengeance no longer drove Mithias. As he watched Hank even begin the motion of drawing his pistols, Mithias was already moving. Faster than the untrained human could take aim, the shadow of blackness was impossible to shoot. The darkness of night, the delay in his nightvision goggles' processing, and the burden of the obscuring helmet took their toll, and Hank missed. 

Certainly fear was unavoidable as Hank lost track of his enemy and ran for the cover of the burning vehicle. A blaze in the night, the RV was a beacon to anyone in the vicinity. The low rumble of flames was all that comforted the panicked human, and for the moment, not knowing where the enemy was was no comfort at all. 

Mithias hung back near the trees, making up his mind about the unfortunate creature before him. Although he couldn't read minds, he was certain Hank was bluffing. He knew nothing of the meeting, nor that every most-wanted vampire lord was within ten yard of one another only a half a mile away. Chances were one of them would kill him on their way out tonight. Perhaps his loss would spare a small number of future fledglings. Mithias no longer had any reason to be merciful, and what better reason did he have to satisfy his own thirst on this human as compared to any other?

Something moved fast through the grass just yards away from Hank.