"Bug? Bug!!" The vampire shouted once he realized Bug had gone. "Damnit. He took off." The vampire sighed heavily and pressed a finger to his forehead. There was no way he could help or hinder the chameleon witch before him, so he didn't. "Excuse me, Camillia, but I'm going to go somewhere nice for once."

Under his own power, and because i say so, Mithias teleports himself to a nice tropical island on some nice, unadulterated world, somewhere. "Ah..." He says as the sun is setting. "Perfect timing. Now, if i just rig a hammock, I can relax for a whole night." Seconds later, a black pod landed on the beach, making a big ruckus and blowing sand up everywhere with its impact. 

"Bloody hell!" >.<

The pod of course opens, and a mist of microscopic flesh-eating fuck-you is released, momentarily ruining Mithia's otherwise perfect get-away. "What the Fu-??!" was all the vampire-demon being could get out before he was reduced to slime. Re-forming, he stood up, his flesh now hardened and impenetrable, "...-ing HELL was that?!" Sneering, he looked up to the sky bitterly. The trees around him died, the animals melted, and Mithias was pretty upset about it all. "nah-uh. Not today. Not where I decide to take a bloody nap!" Sprouting a pair of wings, he grabbed the pod and lifted it, dragging it back up through the air at amazing speed. Momentum alone would carry the two of them into space. He'd find the portal or ship that this accursed pod had come out of and pay its maker a visit. 

A portal still lingered near the stratosphere. Mithias and his pod dove right in.