He was all too ready for her attack. The woman’s stance screamed impatient. She had been following him for weeks and when she thought they would have a final showdown. He just toyed with her and even held limited interest in her life.<br/><br/>With a smirk he found himself in the snow with her above him. Blade drawn and trying to take his life he was quick to react.<br/><br/>With god like reflexes he reach up and grabbed her wrist firmly making her drop the stake. With a shift of his weight he rolled them both, landing on top of her. Pinning her down he quickly snatched her other wrist and let it meet the other as he held them above her head.<br/><br/>However, his face looked only slightly disappointed, more than angry or feral. “You would attack a man with no ill intent?!” He said with conviction. “You would slaughter me with no proof except a bounty!?” His voice called to her. “I am most disappointed Cherie. For I expected one such as you to act with more intuition. Or has your need for currency blinded you so that you insist on attacking anything different than you!”<br/><br/>Using his free hand he wrapped it around her neck gently. Looking her in the eyes crimson met cerulean. “Or perhaps your kind would only expect me to be fangs deep in your neck!”<br/><br/>He could feel her blood on his hands and he was nearly shaking with anger. He would have to relent if he were ever going to change the world.<br/><br/>“It is people like you who I despise…” His voice was low as he nearly growled baring his fangs. “You humans and your self righteous need to act as God. Killing off who you see fit.”<br/><br/>He felt his pressure on her increasing. With a deep breath he seemed to vanish as he left her form. Sitting with one hip on the abandon window sill he had one foot propped up on it casually many feet away.<br/><br/>He had hope that perhaps one day, someone would see this world differently. He knew Vamps running loose through the city killing as they pleased was wrong. However, he did not command those numbers. They were not under his law. They were some rouge militant group with a hidden agenda. However, he was clearly to be beheaded… he hadn’t taken a life in several years that was human.<br/><br/>It made a fire light in his eyes.<br/><br/>“You are naive Cherie…” He looked at her as he wiped his blood stained hand on his own coat. “We are not after the destruction and lies you have been fed. Good day.”<br/><br/>With those final words he jumped through the window and took off into the cold winter night. A swirl of snow flurries in his wake.