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 Just as soon as Max began to speak, no sooner did two strangers approach them, interrupting their conversation. Two vampires stood to either side of Salem, both seeming to think there was a problem brewing between the two mages. As Max spoke to them, Salem could scarcely hear what he was saying. The blood began to pool to his ears as sounds softly faded into the background. He reached onto the seam of his pants pocket and began to fidget with it. Clenching and unchlenching his fist around the thin strip of fabric. Salems head began to pound slightly as his anxiety began to rise, hed never been in a situation where he was surrounded by vampires, let alone one with so many weapons visibly shown. 

Salem had seen first hand the speed and power of a vampire, recalling Lucans fight in an unimaginable speed as well as the countless injured hed had to help from any deals that may lurk the slums. As his nerves grew he could feel it happening, a scent, a pheramone, beginning to release. A plant mages natural self defense mechanism. The scent permeated the air just as he heard Max say 
[color=8585AD]"Yeah, there is a problem. People keep bothering me today."[/color] Max flicked his eyes toward the man.[color=8585AD]"But I guess I can't really blame you, I was just leaving."[/color] The mages words sent a shiver through Salems spine, the idea of not only being left alone to these vampires devices, but also of how they may attempt to stop Max from leaving, it was enough to worry any same person. Salem slowly inched his hand into the small opening on the side of his bag, grasping the nearest blood vial to him, the one with a blacked out label.