Aconite let out a wheezing laugh. The great Dracula thought that with a few simple words and gnashing of his fangs would frighten this great assassin away. Over a thousand years, Aconite had been in this profession, rarely was he caught and even rarer was a job left incomplete. This might end up being one of those times but Aconite was smart enough to be able to know when it was time to retreat for another day, they could always try again later. 

"Silly child, you have it wrong, killing is not something I take pleasure or pride in. I'm simply very good at it and it pays... very well. Would you like to know how much your little human is worth? The young Dracula promised 10 million for her death and proof of it. I've already been paid half and normally, that's enough, but the rights to say I've killed the Count's play thing? That's worth it alone," Aconite said, twirling the knife while they spoke.

The hand with the syringe tightened before they lunged at the bed and injected the contents before even Alek could blink. Darting to the door, and laughing as Cara's breathing grew faster and more ragged. They now had their bargaining chip.

"It's a neurotoxin with just a touch of cyanide. It's not the cyanide that kills though, it's just there to mask the toxin, but I'm sure if you get her to the hospital fast enough, she'll live, any time, even a second you spend trying to kill or catch me will be fatal for her. Good bye Count, see you again later," Aconite said, leaving.