Footsteps planted heavily upon the cold stone floor of the crypt, clicking inbetween the monster's screams. He knew the moment he saw that look, that it didn't chose to fight or fly, but rather just let death come. Delwyn however, did not indulge the desire, instead swinging his blade to the creature's throat as he twisted the bolt planted inside its chest. The hunter growled and swung his weight into the newborn, forcing it on its knees and spoke with a distain that could only ever come from hate. [b]"Where is your sire!?"[/b] he half-yelled, almost spitting into the once-man's face, his lips curling downwards into a scowl.

Lyselle seemed to relax some of her tension when she too realized the fight was already over and done with. It happened sometimes - this she knew from experience as no book she had read ever spoke much about vampires freezing in place. A memory whispered in her head of a time she asked why this happened. Much like most of her questions, it was met with a dull, [i]'sometimes they just give up'[/i]. She always thought it was such a boring question - did they not ever wonder why-- no, of course they didn't. At least most of them. A few of the Vigil shared her curiosity, but as far as she knew she was the only actual hunter that thought like she did, ever curious if there was more behind those striking eyes.

Delwyn hardly gave the vampire time to think before twisting the bolt again. [b]"Tell me!"[/b] His passion... his ferocity surprised her, causing her to lower her weapon a moment and almost look to the man with sympathy. But she couldn't. [i]'It'[/i] was evil, so she clenched her grip, her jaw, and forced herself once again into a stoic expression. It was over and [i]'it'[/i] would be destroyed. Even in her impassive state however, she drew closer as to hear - to better see with her own eyes. Inside the Vigil you were born and raised within, so even if you never felt particularly close to your [i]'family'[/i], tragedy stuck far less often then one might think. The girl wondered ever silently to herself, if he had lost someone, her steps taking her closer to see not just hate burning in those orbs of his, but disgust at what [i]'it'[/i] was. Lyselle wasn't completely sure what to make of it... so she stood there and just watched, unable to look away.