Ryah stared down at the blond. He was down and definitely not getting up again. Deader than dead. Drake had certainly made sure of that, in a violent, messy manner. Ryah knew he was strong but he hadn't expected him to be<i>that</i>strong. He looked positively feral, blood staining his clothes, his mouth. He looked like he had enjoyed it, the killing. The look in his eyes, it wasn't human. It was full of blood and need. Ryah had never seen him this far gone before.<br/><br/>The brunet approached him, making a show of putting the gun away. "Hey, we need to go," he said carefully, noting the strange tension bleeding into the air. "Nothing here we can save." It was a shame that they couldn't have done more, but at least the real vampire threat had been taken care of. Adam seemed harmless enough, for such an arrogant vampire. Hardly a problem for the hunting community. Normally, the elders in the community would want him eliminated but ever since he and Drake had gotten Charlie back, ever since one of<i>their</i>kind had helped the human side -- things were changing. Slowly, ever so slowly, and some people still disagreed, but the hunters were less likely to shoot and<i>then</i>ask questions. At least, a few of them were less inclined that way. It was a start.<br/><br/>Ryah reached a hand out. "Come on, Drake," he coaxed, trying to bring the vampire back from the edge. Ever since Drake had come into his life, things had gotten so much more complicated, so much less black and white. Ryah was having to rewrite all his preconceived notions about his kind. "Let's go home. We'll get you some clean clothes, hot shower, coffee, maybe we can watch a movie or something?"