Magnus simply sat cross-legged in front of the boulder blocking the chamber of the cave Mithias was located, if SOLDIER wanted him he would need to be spared to move the boulder at the very least, unless of course, there was a vampire as strong as he on their side. About a hour or so later he heard a noise coming opposite of the boulder, movement, fabric scraping ever so slightly against cave floor. Mithias was awake. "So, Finally awake I see? Enjoy your nap?" Magnus said, sarcasm evident in his voice. "I had truly hoped it would have been easier, but no, you and your loyalty to that pathetic SOLDIER. You do realize, they only keep vampires alive on their side to erradict all vampire kind?" Magnus told him. "Nevertheless, they don't stand a chance without elders like myself in their ranks, quite a pathetic sight, a elder in SOLDIER. Perhaps, you will reconsider my offer of joining me in time..either way I will get what I want. You know, I could make you like me, nearly invincible. Remove your heart, never worry about the vulnerabilites of your heart again. Of course, this would only he possible if you cursed everything those SOLDIER bastards fed you and swear your allegience to me. Imagine, power beyond your imagining. With SOLDIER eliminated we will be free to do as we want, when we want." Magnus paused for a moment as if to catch his breath. "Might I also add, drinking vampire blood can be....quite un-healthy. Like russian roulette, sometimes it strengthens you, empowers you. Other times..well let's just say I was more sane a long time ago. Human blood, much more safe, much better effects however temporary."

It was true, Magnus had indeed over the years drank vampire blood from his fallen foes. He had heard rumors, stories of it vastly increasing your strength. Well, it did in-fact help him. But, no one ever told him the bad effects some blood carried. He had once faced a opponent much like him with psychic abilites, once the other vampire fell he began to drink it's blood, hoping to further his own abilities. Then, something went wrong, a rage overcame him. He saw red and nothing else, tearing down anything in front of him, humans, vampires, trees, anything that he thought stood in his way. Ever since the rage overtook him at random, over the years he had learned to be able to control it partially, use it to his advantage. In rare occasions he could fully control it, using it to land a killing blow or escape from situations that would otherwise be the end of him.