A look of surprise took hold of the eyes of each of the vampires who spectated the merciless action.
A fountain of bubbling blood flowed from the open cavity of the headless man's neck as his body lifelessly fell forward onto the abrasive white.
"He was a danger to us all, right? That's what you said...For the ones I have to protect, he can't live. Right?" he said, swiping the fresh crimson from his blood as it painted the snow.
Standing quietly, he froze for a minute, attempting to process the actions he just took even as words left his lips.
Blinking, it felt as if he just snapped out of a trance--attempting to allow his brain to adjust to what just happened.
He squinted a bit at the repulsive sight as he returned his blade to his sheath. For a moment, the three of vampire blood stood in silence before looking at him.
"Damn, 'ya got 'im good," Leonid muttered as he ruffled his bristly locks.
