At this point, the two of them tangling on the floor in a rather undignified wrestling match, Virgil had become acutely aware of how entangled their bodies were.  He'd managed to spin around as she brought him down to the ground with her, smacking the knife away so it skidded safely across the concrete floor, but he was still very much between her open thighs.  They'd battled many times, but never quite so enmeshed.  His hips pressed down against hers in an effort to pin her, his fangs extended with the intention of finally delivering the fatal bite and ending this game once and for all.  With a predatory hiss, Virgil bore down on her, fangs aimed straight for the vein on her slender neck.