Connor whistled as he walked down the street, seemingly at ease. He was far from it. Weird things were happening, not just the seemingly soulful vampire, but weird things in the supernatural world, that were leaking into the natural world. He was starting to fear that, somehow, the demons of the seven deadly sins were reaching out into the world, their touch light at the moment, but noticeable to someone like him. 

If that was the case, something serious was going on. Which meant he needed to be more on guard. And which made him wonder why he had let the vampire go. He had promised himself he would never let an evil supernatural go. Maybe that was the problem. She wasn't strictly evil, just trying to work with the hand she was dealt. Like he would have. 

Confused and puzzled by this, he frowned, and looked about, sure he had sensed something. Just as seven vampires fell on him. He didn't cry out, instead he flipped over, and away from the little coven, watching them all. He lunged at the first one, stake in hand, and stabbed it through the heart, twisting until it poofed into dust, twirling just in time to stab his knife threw another's neck, causing it to fall, ducking as one lunged at him, and stabbing it with his stake, getting it right in the heart. Two down, one injured, four to go, he thought, spinning about to look for the the other four, but not seeing them. He cursed, and started running down the street, fleeing. He threw himself into his car, and started the engine, pulling onto the road fast, and merging into traffic. 

He was panting, cursing himself for not paying attention. 

There was no doubting it. Something was up. And something wanted to stop him.