'A vampire! Do I kill it here? There's nobody around. I can't just end it, in the blink of an eye, and no one could tell,...'
'He's right in front of me… within my reach… it's not like people don't know these blood suckers already exist… I could just-'
Stephen flinched. He already had his hand placed near his waist, as if about to draw a sword and prepare for combat.
But during his contemplation, he noticed the man standing in front of him, Leon Crimson, had an unsettling grin on his face.
Was he urging him to take a move?
Or was he perhaps stunting the fact he knows he couldn't be attacked in public?
These questions danced in Stephen's head, his eyebrows frowned and his teeth gritted together in frustration.
'Move! He's right in front of you!' Stephen gritted, 'Call out to your demon! End this vampire's life right now!'.
"Darling?.... There you are."
