The man looked at Izzy, who had crouched next to him, and for a moment gave her a slow, terrifying smile. Despite the thick film of his own blood covering them, his fangs glittered in the illumination of the flashlight. His blond hair, matted and filthy as it was, seemed to shimmer ethereally. His golden eyes glittered and shined, like those of a predatory beast of night. The light cast on him, it was now clear, seemed to pass right through him. It shined behind him as though it had not been interrupted by his form. The man did not cast a shadow.

"My name..." He began, mustering his strength to speak, "Is Cerasus Orion Damocles. I am the hot-blooded, cold-blooded, iron-blooded vampire."