Dean gasped as the vampire above him seemingly exploded.  He closed his eyes and mouth tightly, trying to avoid any blood from getting into them, before quickly scrambling to his feet.  Wiping a hand down his face, he smeared the blood and looked even more like a maniac as he smiled with his teeth covered in his own blood that was funneling in from his cheek.  He spat to the side, and grabbed the knife roughly from the back of the struggling female’s neck, swinging twice to hack her head off her shoulders.

As her body fell to the ground with a ‘thud’, he turned to see Mika being overtaken briefly by two vampires.  His instinct kicked in and he started to run to her, before realizing she literally had everything under control.  He gave an impressed look, almost just wanting to watch her work, as a larger male picked him up from behind and slammed him on the nearest table.

“Why the face?!”, he yelled out in defiance, as he felt the vampire’s teeth gently pierce the skin on the side of his neck, gearing up to rip the skin and bleed him out.  Shifting his weight, he swung the knife over his shoulder and pierced through his eye, pulling the knife out with a splatter, “See?  It’s not so fun when it’s you, is it?”

He turned and started hacking violently at the vampire’s neck, eventually taking his head off as he gasped for air, his nose now completely swollen shut.  He turned toward Mika, running over to her as she fought the last of the two vampires, or at least the ones that were still there with them.

“This night didn’t turn out the way any of us planned…”, he quipped, a bloody mess in front of all of them.

“You live up to your name, boy…”, one of the vampires muttered, glancing between Dean and Mika and trying to think of a plan, now that the tables were even, “But now you’ve taken care of my family.  It’s only fair I take care of yours.  And she's got more blood on her hands than you...”

Dean growled as the man stepped forward, reaching out to grab Mika..