Victor had moved like the wind was fueling his steps. In a short matter of time he arrived at Vermont's house, the sun was just begging to kiss the tops of the houses as morning broke. When he finally took a good look at his destination he realized the door was open, but what really dropped his stomach was the blood under it. 

As Victor's eyes scanned the whole door frame his heart skipped a beat and his breathe caught in his throat as he spotted the limp hand. "[color=00aeef]My Gods[/color]" he whispered softly to himself, what in the hell was he about to get himself into? He knew not but he still wanted to know what lay inside, what awaited him in this new bizarre situation, curiosity killed the cat or so they say...but they often forget...satisfaction brought it back. 

~"[color=00aeef]A good mage knows no fear, for everything in life is explainable. A great mage knows when he's in over his head and proceeds with caution.[/color]"~ Victor said to himself in his own head, here he was reminding himself of things he learned in prep-school, anything to cut down some of this fear running through his body. It helped somewhat, as his breathing slowed down and he put things into a logical perspective, "[color=00aeef]Someone has to do something now.[/color]" With that final whisper to himself Victor charged one of his frost frag spells and went to the door, pushing it open softly if only to see what lie inside.