Thomas, Aleera, and Dalton remained behind. Thomas still leaned over the balcony edge, staring with hopeless fury down below, toward the streets thousands of feet down. Aleera simply stood frozen in place, her fists still clenched in rage at her side, her vampiric eyes orbs of crimson hate in the darkness of night. Dalton stood back closer by the door, staring inside towards the elevator on the far side of the ball room.

“If only you’d killed him quicker.” Thomas said suddenly, looking around slightly to Aleera.

Aleera, taken aback by this sudden accusatory statement, responded snidely and indignantly,”How dare you!? It wasn’t my fault! That little wench distracted me, [b]both of them![/b][i]La peu chiennes![/i][i]Zut![/i]”

“Calm down.” Insisted Dalton from the doorway, looking back to Aleera.

Aleera whirled around, snapping at Dalton,”Shut up, [i]chien![/i][i]Stupide idiot![/i]”

“Watch your mouth, Miss Frenchie!” Dalton snapped back, his temper beginning to boil.

“[b]Both[/b] of you shut your mouths.” Thomas snarled, shoving back from the balcony and turning to face them both, his face dangerously darkened compared to before. Aleera and Dalton both quieted down and turned to face him. 
“We need to get out of here,”Thomas insisted,”now.”

“Mph!...Your right.” Aleera acknowledged.
The three of them collected their masks, stuffing them away in their coats, or in Aleera’s case, up the puffy sleeve of her dress.

“What about all the blood?” Asked Dalton.
“They’ll never identify it, none of us are on record.” Thomas said sharply.
He didn’t like it, he had never left such a sloppy trace behind, none of them had. But they hadn’t time to try and clean up, they had to leave immediately before the police arrived. They would just have to be more careful in the future and avoid leaving DNA evidence behind.

“Let’s go.” Thomas said.