Vincents eyes moved from Aaron to the old butler as he ran down the stairs, and his eyes returned to their golden shade. He sighed a little and let go of Aarons neck. "She's not really a prisoner." he said. It seemed as though his rage had never been there in the first place. He took a few moments to collect himself again before he followed Elle out the door. As he thought, she hadn't gotten very far.

He walked down the few steps from the porch and walked over to her. "Is this really such a good idea?" he asked, looking at her. "You know as well as I that you're much safer here than you would be out there, among the humans." he spoke softly. He crouched down beside her. "Listen, you need to feed soon, and a lot. Less you want to insane and attack anything that moves." he said.

He placed a hand on her shoulder before lifting her up in his arms. It was no point for her to struggle, even if she wanted to or not. "It would be better for all if you just come to accept your new fate." he said as he carried her inside again. He didn't give the other vampires a single look, for he knew it take a lot from them to question him again. Walking up the stairs, he opened the doors to his chambers again and closed them as he had entered with her.

He sat her down on his bed before fetching a dagger. He walked back to the bed and sat down next to her, looking at her. He cut his own wrist and held it out to her, letting his own prescious blood slowly flow. "Chose for yourself - accept my blood or go hunt innocent humans." he said, looking at her and waiting for her to decide.