Illyad was snapped out of his thoughts by his name being called. He turned to Victoria and shrugged. "There are a lot of factors. It's possible they would do something, depending on locality, ease of access, whether it would interfere with their plans for the attacks. Vampires may be obsessive but they aren't stupid. They know when something could risk the bigger picture." He looked at her. "Where are your aunt and uncle now? How far away are they?"

He began to realise that this was way beyond the call of duty, but morality kept him going. He had become hardened over the hundreds of years he had been alive, but his emotions had begun to stir once more, and he was willing to fight the good fight again... But maybe not a lot...