Michelangelo's Domination Aura filled the whole place like a suffocating blanket as he stared blankly ahead.
Daphne was gone.
Just like that.
It wasn't as if they hadn't known a day like this would come. In fact, they'd trained for it. It wasn't grief he was feeling. He'd overcome that emotion a long time ago.
No. He was feeling… shock. This wasn't the way he'd expected this to go. But that was the thing about vampires. They usually had very little say in matters of their rebirth or death.
That was how it had always been and how it would always be.
As if in a dream, he looked down at his white suit, now stained with splatters of blood. His gaze shifted to Daphne's dead body. Then it came back up to land on Nicodemus himself. All this happened in the space of a second.
Then, he snapped out of his shock as Nicodemus lunged forward, shocked this time by the speed of the vampire.
