He growled at her approach, but he'd be damned if he actually laid a hand on her. Darcy was strong in her own right - she'd punched him once before and it had actually<i>hurt </i>- but if she thought she was truly in danger, she'd call his<i>handlers. </i>He hated calling them that, but they were the ones who managed if he did something the humans considered truly bad. So far, he'd aroused suspicion, but there was nothing to suggest that this<i>Lydia</i>would be able to do anything in the wake of the two girls being attacked.<br/><br/>He let her speak her piece before she released him, but her words didn't stop there. She explained the difference between the land, but to him, the dirt was simply dirt. But, it wasn't really the matter of one piece of land versus another. It was about who owned it. Apparently, the people called Carpe Noctem didn't care about who lived or died on their soil, but Lydia and this Coven did.<br/><br/>He heaved a growling sigh, but Darcy wasn't done with him yet. He rolled his eyes under the mask, wrinkling his nose as the material rubbed his cheek the wrong way. He hated wearing it; it impeded his ability to bite, which made killing more cumbersome. He could have worn a cloth over his eyes or something similar, but his handlers had insisted on the mask.<i>"It makes you more intimidating," </i>they'd said. While he<i>tried </i>to appreciate their words, it still made things more difficult. Darcy would have his head if he removed it outside of the cellar, so he kept his mouth shut for the time being, up until she asked him about the girl he'd failed to kill.<br/><br/>"I was interrupted...." A snarl huffed from his lips, and he turned to look at the wall. "Two vampires... one of them tried to stop me, and I had to run." Admitting defeat was not in his nature, and he nearly bit his tongue on the retreating words. "We ran west, and he caught me somehow... we wounded one another, and I took some of his blood." It had made him strong and helped his injuries heal, but he'd be sore for another half a day.<br/><br/>"He fled before I could finish him off... he was quick, but he was too wounded to go very far." He shrugged, thinking about the male vampire and now the newly turned female he didn't get to kill. She'd tasted perfect... and she might even taste better now that she'd been transformed.<br/><br/>"I want to kill that girl... I want to finish what I started...."