[h3][color=ed1c24][i]Dracul[/i][/color][/h3]

That bossy remark coming from the hunter was nearly responded with a snarl but he was long gone before then. As the room was left to the vampires in the room eyes began to dart all over one another.

The first was a brat who seemed to be too over his own head with his battling prowess. That frail body could easily be broken with by his own fists. 

Another was the obviously misplaced reject standing upside-down the ceiling. His comments only served to taunt him to consuming his essence-- poor boy wouldn't last longer than a second.

The broken shell of a cyclops was the other monster that isolated herself away from the world around her. She'd best wake up to the horrors of reality or die while she's still worthless.

That half-covered face was only hiding that big ego of hers. What'd she think too good of herself to even show half of her appearance? He couldn't wait to just rip those cloths apart and sever her neck whilst feasting on her blood.

One only person who may share a similar view of the world was one halfling-- but even that disgusted him. He deserved those fake vampire fangs.

Another female was too busy taking care of her own vanity. He was sure that she'd have other problems to worry about when his whips ripped her skin and shatter her bones.

The last girl... He turned his eyes to already see her looking directly at him. His pupils dilated and focused on her, as if interrogating her intentions in gazing at his direction. Her dismissive tone as she spoke was enough to put him on a bad mood. He will not be ordered around by some lady who thinks highly of herself. [color=ed1c24]"Is there blood on my face or are you just happy to see me?"[/color] Dracul stated wittily at her.