Morgan knew that rubbing his eyes would not help his sight return - but yet, he continued, whether from a need to remove forming tears from his irritated, stinging eyes or if he was really trying to see if there was something in them. However, one thing would be clear - his animalistic instincts and senses were kicking in. A vampire is well known for having heightened senses, well beyond those of an average human. It worked nicely with this training as a sniffer when hunting for prey, but here he was angry. Rational thought was not a part of the equation. Here, the beast was about to be released and it had begun to stalk its prey.

As blind as Morgan was at the moment, the sniffer would have no trouble finding both parties. It always seemed the characters of the world, whether it be a fool or badass, always had an unique scent (perhaps it was the many paths followed that came with their job description) and their distinct scents were not far from his position. Of course, there were three stories of vertical space between his wrath and their doom, but nothing a little climbing wouldn't fix. Crouched and moving swiftly, his strong legs began to move his low figure towards where believed the edge was. A gloved hand began to feel for the edge until his perked ears heard the uttering of three words:

"Caihl tergrim, harteor."

At this moment, it was clear the light was gone and something more familiar, more friendly appeared. Shade - darkness. A grin of pure tainted joy came across the vampire's face as his eyes, though fully not capable of sight yet, began to adjust to the new found shade of light. Dark, blurry shapes began to form, the crimson eyes finding comfort in the sudden shift of lighting. Below, he would be able to see what appeared to be the hooded mercenary, but his true quarry remained unseen, at least at this point in time. She was definitely down there, and it was enough proof for the vampire to grab hold of the roof's edge and began a hasty descent, artfully jumping from ledge to hand hold in a fevered pace. If he made it to the ground uninterrupted by an attack, his vision would reddened, as he followed his nose to the blue coated woman...

However, if were to be attacked by projectile or magic during his downward climb, Morgan would waste no time seeing who attacked him. If his attacker was close enough, the vampire would take the offensive leaping from the building and attempt to pounce onto his prey. But, if the drop was too far and screamed for retreat, the sniffer would give a spine chilling hiss as hand made over foot back to the roof top to safety...