A flash of red. 
Blood and agony.
In the Darkest darkness of the night.
But the wolf stalks its quarry.

A force grabbed Mithias by the shoulder dragging him into the dark abyss. His limb would be torn off had there not been a moving force behind him as well. He would feel the wind in his hair, rushing by the stagnant air as his form was pushed by another to a distance away. The dark void spewing over the blackness as it rose through the air once more. The moon darkened beneath the veil, and Kilo Point began to dim once more as the unnatural darkness prevailed itself. "I had thought you would last longer than that, don't tell me you've gone soft on these humans again..."

A chuckle, as the came to a stop, perhaps the sudden change in momentum would cause Mithias to hurl whatever it was he had earlier for a meal. It was not very often one came in from Mach speeds to a stop. It might have just killed him. But being a vampire, surely he'd survive. After all, the scent of his blood called out to Bedivere as the wolf watched his protégé get trounced by mere mortals. A drop of a familiar liquid was anointed over his body, as the wounds would begin to close. "I seem to be using this stuff far too much on you my boy. Next time, I'll have to let you recover the slow and painful way to teach you a lesson worth living through."

"But now that we have lost the element of surprise, I dare say we must continue our assault. And I can't have you dying on me before our first fight together brother." The darkness rising, the moonlight and starlight now disappeared from the heavens. No light would come down from the cosmos upon Kilo Point, and all lights of Mortal men would be swallowed by the black ink before them. "Remember your training. Fear not the night, embrace the darkness. Smell their blood, their fear, and their weakness. Release your inhibitions and let your instincts guide you. May your blade find its way into a scabbard of flesh. Come Mithias, tonight we paint this town a new shade of Red."

With his umbrella in one hand and Briefcase in the other, taking a Casual Stroll Bedivere approached the Town in human form, regressing his years with the steps he took. Peeling back the clock and gaining his younger appearance, Bedivere smiled into the night. Out of the corner of his eye, Mithias could see the poor homeless man looked far too pale. Slumped over even. Oh wait, he was dead.