"What?" Captain Hunter leaned forward and grasped the front of his shirt, "What the fuck did you just say?"
But the vampire suddenly gripped his head, groaning in pain and shaking it side to side.
"Who is behind this? Who created the drug?" Captain Hunter shook him roughly, banging the back of his head against the metal table. It didn't hurt the vampire but the intimidating glare from the seething Helsing Captain caused his eyes to widen in fear.
"I - I c-can't." He stammered wincing against the pain in his head.
"He really can't, you know. It's Influence." Love stated calmly.
The Captain tutted, dropping the vampire back onto the floor in a heap, "Then he's useless." He nodded towards Ivan, who raised his gun with a smirk.
