[i]"I am here!"[/i]

"Well that narrows it down a bit," Parry huffed. This wasn't the best part of the city for sure. Every other building was boarded up, every alley held a dozen sleeping hobos, and every house might as well have fortified razor wire. 

But the CRACK! WHUMP! of a solid body impacting a wall (what was it with Rikive and wall impacts, Parry wondered) that gave away her final position.

As Parry came upon a cluster of vampires in the midst of a feeding frenzy, one of them with its mouth over her arm and the scent of Celestial blood in the air, he was now officially fucking done with this night.

"Alright," Parry snapped, standing in the entrance to the alleyway, feet spread, sailor skirt and hair flapping in the night breeze, his hands clapped together as if in prayer. 

"You're going to let the lady go." Parry snapped his eyes shut, then opened them, his usual baby blues and pearl whites replaced with the eerie glow of blue dwarf stars. 

"You're going to puke up everything you just drank from her." He opened his palms, a small spark lighting between them, growing into an ember.

"Or I'm going to turn this into a tiny sun, and ain't nobody going to fucking go home after tonight." The spark grew in size, becoming the tip of a candle flame, then the head of a medieval torch, its light emanating UV rays that would start to cook the skin of any vampire that hadn't yet drank from Rikive.