Ismark listened in stunned silence as the word vampire was tossed around several times.  His bloodshot eyes glanced to the floorboards as if hoping he could see through them and into the tavern below.  When he realized he couldn't Ismark strode right over to the large wash basin in the corner of his room and drowned his face in the waters with a splash.  He completely missed what Esperanza said and then did as he screamed into the water and worked to sober himself up.<br/><br/>The vampiress froze in the mists just long enough for Bucren's hasty aim to have a steady target.  With her head turned towards the staircase from the bold distraction made by Xavier she might as well of painted a bullseye on the side of her skull for the talented archer.  It gave him all the time he needed to dive across the floor when it sunk into the side of her head and buried itself with a thud into her skull.  The sudden and unexpected impact caused Catrinel to stagger back a few steps until the palm of her right hand found the overturned table blocking the door.  By the time Bucren joined Xavier at the stairs she had recovered.<br/><br/>If there was any remnant that remained of the lithe woman's entrancing beauty it was not found upon her face when she rose up, straightened her back and stared towards the men at the stairs.  Her piercing red eyes glanced from the holy symbol in Xavier's hand to the gleam of the silver blade in Bucren's grasp.  It settled on that weapon as her left hand wrapped around the shaft of the arrow sunken into her skull.  Catrinel hissed, her fangs bared within her wide open mouth as she twisted, turned, and pulled the arrow out of her head with foul squish.  Thin strands of waxy grey brain matter dripping with a dark red viscous fluid stretched from the tip of the arrow to its exit point from her head until they snapped apart when the arrow was tugged fully away.<br/><br/>Her fiery eyes were blinded with rage while thick red blood fled in a snaking line down the side of her head and across her collarbone, further staining her porcelain gown.  She looked about to speak but the sound of Esperanza coming down the stairs caused the vampiress to pause.  But that was only for a moment.<br/><br/>"You!"  It was a single word filled with so much toxic hate that the veins on the side of her head rose prominently.  The blaze of red in the eyes of Catrinel gained singular focus as they locked onto Esperanza as she joined the men along the staircase.  She looked ready to pounce, as if she could fling herself through the air like a panther stalking prey.  But the sight of so much silver held her from releasing her rage in such a manner.  Instead the arrow flew from her hand, flung like a javelin that streaked towards Esperanza.  As Esperanza tried to twist away from danger, the tip of the arrow cut across her left shoulder before it sunk into the wall near her head, leaving an angry line upon the young woman's shoulder that started to seep blood.<br/><br/>Catrinel hissed at the misfortune of her aim as she exited, fading into green and falling back into the carpet of swirling fog that covered the tavern floor.  The candles all swayed, tossing shadows about the room as the mists rolled back out under the door at a far faster pace then they had crawled in, until the floorboards of the Vine were rid of their presence  From just outside the door her voice rang as the sound of her claws left deep ravines in the face of the door.<br/><br/>"You my pretty, are going to wish that arrow found your head because when I return we are going to rip your precious body apart, limb from limb, long before he even knows you are here."  As her voice fell away into silence a new sound from further out in the foggy square rose to take its place.  Moaning, low and tortured groans and wheezes grew steadily louder and more numerous as an unseen host of zombies slowly shambled out from the mists as they approached the Vine.<br/><br/>Ismark looked down from the top of the stairs, his head a soaking wet mess with more water flushed down his chest causing the portly mans damp shirt to cling to his chest.  There was panic in his voice as he grasped Katya by her forearm and then blurted out.  "We need to get out of here, we need to get the two of you out of here.  My guest house isn't far, but we need to leave before she gets back with her sisters."  He looked befuddled for a moment before he turned back towards his room.  "I need to get a few things, I suggest if any of you have reservations about joining me make sure to notify your next of kin!"