Their muscles flinching. Their blood surging trough their veins at high pressure. Their thoughts bending and stretching.
If he wasn't careful he'd tear their addled little minds to sunder. The impossible and arcane calculations he ran trough their head was taking it's toll.
Martin felt no remorse as he pushed them to their limits. He could sense the electrifying potential in the air, every detail about every detail nearby.
And neatly packaged in images and sounds he bombard Rhyss with it.

Rhyss sight became sharper, his reaction time shorter, as if the world slowed down just a little. A filter of images laid itself over his minds eye. He could see the mines, the bullets, everything clearly. Around the other vampires, the animals in the area, every creature appeared a halo, pinpointing it. Along with random pieces of information like age, last meal, surface thoughts, favorite band. All drifting words, like a swarm of data. Around the shadow creature in front of him however, orbited but a single '?'.

Rhyss wasn't the only who had his private space visited.
To Onikage Martin send a single line, and then listened awaiting response.
"̢̀͡ What lives as neither the living nor the unliving? "̸̶̴͠