It was the sound of the tiger roar of the door that reawakens Vashen, his head turning to face his captor entering the cell. Before he could give off a snotty remark at her she had her wrist in his mouth. He felt her warm blood enter his mouth and he narrowed his eyes, drinking it. Though he left some in his mouth.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thank god for the curse. And that sneaky bastard.</span><br/><br/>After 60 seconds however she got up and left, locking the door behind her. he waited a few minutes, waiting for her to be gone before walking too the door. He spat the blood he left in his mouth onto his wrist and placed it on the doors blood lock. Thanks too Morris, he knew a hell of a lot about this layout and cell. And how many guards were posted. The door took the blood and opened, the stunned guard meeting a powerful punch too the face. The punch carried enough force to force the vampire into the wall. The next guard pulled a pistol only to meet a roundhouse across his face.<br/><br/>"Well, that was easier then expected." Just as he said that he was tackled by one of the guards, the one he roundhouse kicked. Bad news for the guard, it was into the wall Vashen's sword was hooked too. Vashen reached for the large blade and brought it down, decapitating the vampire that attempted too pin him.<br/><br/>He then decapitated the vampire in the wall and reached into the chest by the cell, taking his pistols and shotgun out and holstering them. He then proceeded to run down the hall, pistols in hand. The bullets were made from a silver cross blessed by his own church. His church resided not far away from this place, a small town. He always packed bullets too spare.<br/><br/>He fired the bullets into any Vampire's skull that he passed, following Morris's directions too the chamber where he hoped to find his captors.