[@Olira]

Nero kept his gun aimed at her for a while, but slowly he let it return to its holster.  His expression, once a grim facade of anger and murderous intent...softened somewhat.  He sighed, yet his voice still carried his grit. 

 [color=ed1c24]"Alright...you got me.  You wanna know how I feel about running...like a fucking coward, that's how.  There was a time, long ago, when the Erzebet Coven was feared.  We ruled this fucking city!  We had it all...till the fucking Malkavians started muscling in on our turf.  Then the Hunters decided to go all Call of Duty on our asses, military training, technology... Heh, didn't know vampires were a threat to national security. So no, I hate running!  Nero Castigione shouldn't have to run from anyone, but Mei....hate to say it, but she's gone soft.  Hell, she even let a human waltz right into our home.  Can you believe that shit?"[/color]

Nero...he couldn't believe he was doing this, but the woman...twas as if this strange bitch could see right through his cold, cold exterior.  He slowly approached her, setting down beside her on the hood of the Impala.  He pulled another cig from his jacket and lit it, taking a few puffs.

[color=ed1c24]"So what is it you want?"[/color]