Breathing hard Drake's whole body shuddered as he tried to get his body under control. It felt like pulling himself back from the edge and he couldn't understand how close he was to biting that outstretched hand. Retracting his fangs felt like it was a physical strain as he groaned and grabbed at his head as his nails dug into it to stop the throbbing. It took longer for him to stop seeing red as he closed his eyes trying to just BREATH. Finally he opened his eyes getting up from the sight of the corpse he had left and shuddered before the body turned to dust as dry vampire husks did.<br/><br/>He felt shaky still and naked somehow as he rubbed his arms even though he didn't feel cold anymore he felt hollow. He knew why though there were images echoing in his mind that he had tried to avoid and escape and all the blood was not doing his mental state any good. How fucked was that, a vampire who couldn't deal with blood? He followed Ryah as he grabbed up a jacket on the way out, the asshole won't need anymore and he needed to wrap him up from being spotted as he rubbed at the blood on his face trying to get it off. "Let's go." He added his voice sounding distant to himself as if he made it out of this hellhole of a room.<br/><br/>It was true nothing was black and white and he felt it himself as he glanced up to Ryah, "I didn't want him to hurt you." He managed to get out knowing how dumb it sounded when the hunter was more than capable and a man with a gun. He would have to cope with the rest of the night and what they had done between the club and the attacks.