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Vitius let out a tense breath that he hadn't even known he'd been holding as he steadily drew closer and closer to the entrance of the inn the others had gone to earlier. As he approached however, he noticed the silhouettes of two people standing just to the left and right of the main entryway respectively, one of which shouted a question at him. A question that he normally would not have heard over the pouring rain if it were not for his new inhuman senses. A question that both annoyed him and sent a shiver down his already cold spine.

[I]“Where the fuck is Fendrel?”[/I]

Vitius's eyes narrowed into slits as the voice was registered in his ears, and he let out a barely audible growl as he sped up his pace, causing several small specks of muck and mud to fly into the air. Colin. As if it wasn't already bad enough that he had lost track of Fendel during his little spat with the demonic trees, he now had to deal with this fool. A task whose difficulty was magnified to unimaginably large amounts, given the considerably negative relationship they already had with each other. That, combined with the fact that Colin already had a deep seeded hatred and mistrust of vampires from some still unknown events in his past, only made a confrontation between the two of them even more likely. So Vitius, not wanting to waste anymore of his time out here in the rain and knowing that anything he said would likely fall on deaf ears, simply stepped up to Colin and stared at him for a few moments before backhanding him across the face and stepping into the inn with the witches mutilated corpse in tow.
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