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Soft laughter was the response to Hank's list of options. Even though there was a gun to his chin, Mithias knew he was fully in control. He held Hank tightly in front of him, tightening his grip on the cord around Hank's neck and speaking only centimeters away from his neck. "You're a good fighter, if you could manage to get a gun to my head from this position, but don't you dare to pretend to show me mercy. The only reason you haven't already pulled that trigger is because you're out of bullets. I knew it when you didn't shoot at the rock I threw, and I know you wouldn't have hesitated if you could have blown my head off by now." He smiled sadistically as Hank struggled. "You're a cold hearted killer, and you don't even need to feed. Humans like you disgust me. I'm going to teach you a lesson." 

A righteous anger filled Mithias, something he had felt many times before, but this time, he gave in to it. It wasn't that Hank deserved it, really, it was just the culmination of pent up wrath. It was time Mithais embraced his nature and accepted the truth of what he was. Options he had never allowed himself to consider now flooded his mind, begging him to release his moral restraints, and he eagerly agreed. With impossible speed, he grabbed Hank's hand and tore it away from pointing the gun at his head. With cruelty, he broke Hank's wrist, letting the man cry out in pain and grinning at the sound. Releasing the whip around his neck, Mithias punched Hank in the ribs and then unceremoniously threw him several yards away from the burning RV. The machete went flying out of sight. Even as Hank tried to get up, the vengeful vampire was already upon him. "My humanity died at the hands of the Purge. Never again will I allow my kind to be trampled, slaughtered, and controlled by the likes of YOU!" Mithias beat the wind out of Hank, backhanding him across the face while he staggered helpless and punching him in the gut to double him over. It was easy. Hank was only human. 

With Hank on the ground, Mithias paced a few times. He had never done anything like this before, not to a human, and it shocked even him. He had to stop himself, just for a moment, debating on the intensity of his ire and its direction. If he didn't take pause, he could easily have killed Hank on accident. A desirous thought crossed the vampire's mind, something he had secretly been wanting for a long time. Was this human the one? Mithias didn't even now the mortal's name. He had never thought it would be like this, but of course, how could it have been any other way? Mithias walked up to his cowering, disoriented victim and grabbed the front of his jacket/armor. "Look at me." He demanded, and picked up Hank with both arms until his feet helplessly dangled above the ground. "I will teach you... I will turn you into something you'd rather not be, and I'm not giving you the priviledge of choice. You will remember this day, for eternity." 

Struggle as he could, there was no stopping those white fangs from sinking into Hank's neck.