Time ticked by, slowly, as perceived by a vampire, and Mithias watched the almost imperceptible drift of a dark grey cloud across the silvery orb above. Between clouds the naked moon was as bright as the sun. Cars went by below, although fewer than there used to be. Mithias could hear hymns being sung a few blocks away as he felt the pulse of his own blood flow though his limb. He was healing, fast. 

A rattle sounded as Allison began ascending the metal rungs of the old fire escape aside the apartment complex. Mithias wasn't healed yet, but he still could have run. Lame, he could have dashed, jumped, and even landed several stories down and took off, but something idiotic inside him struck a chord of fury and he stayed. He would make eye-contact with whoever deigned to wound him and face him one on one in the middle of the night. Securing his left blade he drew his gun. Whoever was after him was taking as much time as a human to climb those steel rungs. he watched the top of the fire escape for Allison's appearance, ready to pull the trigger and be done with it, cold as ice.

Finally, the large bore muzzle of a huge gun pointed over the edge of the wall and a woman appeared behind it. Mithias knew right away that was not the same gun that had shot his leg. This human woman had an unidentified sharp-shooter accomplice. Soldier... he narrowed his eyes at her uniform. Surely they both were under watch, and Mithias would rather not be shot in the head next time. 

Allison peeked over the brick wall to see what appeared to be a vampire by his stark white skin, clad in some kind of armor and a long coat, leaning against the massive air duct with his left leg favored, standing over a small pool of liquid that reflected the moonlight above. He looked at her, and shadows mostly hid his face and the fact he had a gun. He had wisely lowered his arm. A sword was visibly drawn in his opposite hand and another was at his side, clipped to his belt somehow. Although she couldn't see his eyes, she could tell he was looking right at her, still apparently wounded and unmoving.

Long hair ran down his front, and the ends of his coat wavered in the breeze slightly. The vampire, despite being a hated enemy and a monster, somehow looked majestic, like a leaning black dragon, a creature of fantasy, and Alison would suddenly realize the few times she had ever been this close to one that was still alive. She could even hear the vile fiend's breaths in the night air, so close she was.

Where he stood, Mithias was still out of view of Katya, although Allison could still be seen near the ledge. She could tell her teammate was pointing her gun at something, probably the vampire. 

A glint of light off metal showed Allison that Mithias had a handgun in his left hand, closest to her, but his arm was down. 

Mithias gazed at her, glared at her, although she could not see it with her human sight. He cursed under his breath. It was just another fucking human SOLDIER. The rage that boiled within him, the same that had been present when Hank was turned was still there, resurfaced again, smouldering, barely within his control. She had to be killed, and it was her own damn fault. All her kind had to be brought back into subjugation. Had to. The time for playing the hero and questioning everything was done. Now, it was his way, or the highway. 

Finally, with a voice as sultry and sinister as a brooding demon could perform, he spoke to her, "Why do you hesitate, little girl? Don't you know we are at war?"