Mithias took a slow step out of the shadows to face the vampire hunter. Even though Hank was now also a vampire, Mithais still looked inhuman to him, like a wild animal with swords. Was that what he was like now too?

"I've been expecting you, Hank." Mithias spoke, keeping his eyes on his angry child. He did not raise any weapons in response, but he didn't need to. The young vampire looked strained, withered, and it was apparent that he had been struggling with his new race. Mithias was familiar with the incessant nagging of starvation and that it only made the bloodthrist more powerful. No matter how obstinate Hank was, it would eventually snap him. It would be the first of many lessons in Hank's new life. 

"Excellent timing." Mithias commented as Bedivere made his presence known. The oldblood lord looked noticeably younger, and just as Mithias inadvertently took that notice, he could have sworn he saw a slight smirk from Bedivere in response. ... He continued addressing the flanked fledgling. "Behind you is Lord Bedivere of Sinews, with a blade that has tasted more blood than the three of us combined. I suggest you don't do anything stupid, or he'll kill you before I could possibly do anything about it." Mithias exhaled heavily. They were running out of time. "Drop your weapon, Hank. I'd hate to watch you die."