Recks was glaring at the back of Morrisâ€™ head when he felt Roads small arms encircle his waist. He couldnâ€™t repress the smile that appeared on his lips as he patted her head with his good arm. He reached out to stop her too late as she kicked Morris. He couldnâ€™t help but smile at the girl, she looked so innocent, but Recks knew of the mind-bending power that lay just beneath the surface of that exterior.<br/><br/>Cries of pain brought his attention back to Morris. Marcelli had shoved her fingers in his eyes and was now striding away from him leaving the vampire sniveling curses on the ground. Recks watched Marcelli as she walked back to her couch, his eyes flared with heat, he would follow Marcelli to the ends of the earth if she asked. He knew no boundary when it came to protecting her; he had vowed no harm would come to her. He would live up to that promise, or die trying.<br/><br/>His eyes flared again when she told him to do what he willed with Morris. The smile that exposed his fangs was nothing short of predatory as he approached.<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><span style="font-style: italic">Due to the graphic content of this scene I have opted to only PM this segment to those who request it.</span></div></div></div><br/><br/>Recks felt the room shake with Morrisâ€™ admission of not only giving the humans information on the layout of HQ, but the prisoner as well. He cursed, Morris was dead now but he wanted to bring him back and kill him again for this. His feet carried him to Marcelli and he stopped before her looking from her to Road and back again. He conveyed with his eyes what had never left his lips. If he lost them, heâ€™d lose himself to the rage and bloodlust that had once held him in its dark grip.<br/><br/>â€œStay here. Iâ€™ll take care of this.â€ With that he turned and raced through the door running to where he sensed the attacking presence. He didnâ€™t think about anything other than neutralizing the threat to them. But he knew if he outright attacked he get injured and be unable to protect them. Another approach was best. Another form of prison used to get the attackers attention.<br/><br/>Recks raised a hand and at his command a funnel of fire erupted around the man, encircling him and leaving no escape without killing himself in the process.<br/><br/>â€œWhy donâ€™t you just calm down and talk for a second alright? Thereâ€™s no need for you to kill anymore of our people.â€ Recks said, even as his eyes glowed red with rage that those he cared about were in jeopardy. He would talk though, even if he wanted to kill him. For the sake of keeping his home in once piece he would put aside the anger and try to neutralize the threat another way.