Mathias Blackwell whistled slowly as he walked, gripping his pistol tightly. As he walked through the cool night air he was the pure visage of calm, the same could not be said to the young man currently running away from him. The creature escaping him had a shaved head, a black leather jacket, and skin as pale as death. 

Mathias had a very complicated view on vampires, some of the greatest people he knew were vampires, yet it seemed they always had to come up on his radar at the most inconvenient times. He raised the pistol slowly and without a second glance he pulled the trigger. Despite the distance, his shot was right on the mark, and as soon as it made contact with the vamp's head, it's whole body exploded into a pile of ash. Now that the target was dead he could finally check on the kids. He already knew Sam was dealing with the harpies, he had already notified the others to provide him with assistance, but Gwen would still be home. With how sick she was he didn't want her out in the field, it would be too dangerous for her. While he would never admit it he worried for all of them. He removed his phone from his pocket and called Gwen's phone,