A low growl slipped from Leon's throat, the muscles in his jaw twitching repeatedly as he listened to her talk. He bared his fangs, folding his arms, his nails absentmindedly digging into his outer forearms. When he spoke, his voice was low and harsh," don't be in your fantasy work where you believe all vampires are not monsters. Yes I've managed to come to turns with the fact that there are some good. But there are cruel ones that love to torture and play with their food and barely keep them alive for years." Using his speed, he moved to grab onto her wrist with nearly bone crushing strength, his skin nearly unbearably hot to the touch. He could smell blood, but it wasn't hers. It was his own. Blood was slowly running down his arms from the cresant shaped cuts in his forearms, but they rapidly healed themselves. He then snarled," I'm not drinking your blood. Now take your damn hand back, or I will break it." He threw her hand towards her chest, stalking out of the room, growling to shadow," make sure you watch her. I'll be back in a minute, doubt Olivia would be pleased if I burned the entire house down." 

Leon sped to the other side of the house, stepping out onto a balcony. He reached up to his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, snarling as he pulled. He couldn't stand the flashbacks. Releasing his hair, he allowed fire to blaze around his hands as he grabbed onto the railing, easily yanking it from where it was held, swinging and smashing it against a wall before throwing it down onto the ground below.  The metal where his hands had held was glowing a hot red. He knew he needed to get back, not following Olivia'a orders of standing watch rarely ended well. His breathing was ragged, fingers curled into his fists, trying to calm his wild thoughts. 
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