William's eyes flicked from one person to the next, or from the people that he could see. He angled himself, feeling a pit open up in his stomach, like an inevitable doom. Either way, what does it matter? If he finds some reason to live for, he'll tread carefully. Right now, he doesn't. 

Everyone respects this one, the one that dismissed him so casually. Oh, he knew that he shouldn't have, but it's all said and done, and this one... all of these weren't right. They were old, broken from their immortality, or at least, were from his point of view. Helene and Avalai, he knew, they weren't human anymore. He was. A dead one, but he was human. They were... well, just vampires now. 

And then another thought crossed his mind- they're all killers. Every single one of them have killed many times. God knows how old they are- Taeyang might be older than the Korean war, Evelyn older than the Renaissance, Avalai older than the Hundred Years' War. No, to be close to the "big one," whom he was pretty sure was ol' Dracula himself, he doubted they'd be "young." She's ancient.

He felt more like he stepped into the devil's lair, now. [i]Well, shit. All of these people would bow down in a heartbeat to this one, and I just talked back to her. At least I'll go down on my own terms, I guess.[/i]