Blane hurried through the shadows. However, as he started to get closer the number of vampires around grew larger. He had to be more stealthy but he could only evade so many. He needed to keep it up. He needed to save Seveline...despite the risk that it was becoming. He would be no easy pushover. As he turned a corner he was spotted. Fucking hell! No doubt they thought they could take him on their own. No way was he going backwards. No. He was going forwards even if he had to tear his own kind apart. He felt a fierce need to save and protect the slayer woman. That was just what the hell he was going to do. He moved out into view and cracked his knuckles. "Lets dance assholes." He said in a cold tone. His eyes a deep crimson now. He would make them pay. It took a lot to get under his skin but this was going too far. Hopefully he could keep this scuffle on the down low but he really doubted it.<br/><br/>Bastian really hoped that the damn thorn in the side showed up. He wanted to torture her in front of him. Smirking as he heard the crack of her head hitting the wall harshly. The hissing sound was good enough for now. He licked his lips as he looked at her.<span style="font-style: italic">Such a beauty.</span>He thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Too bad I have to kill her.</span>He pushed her hard onto the ground. Moving fast and tied her wrists above her head. Tying her to a pole for the moment. "I'm going to make you in so much pain slayer bitch." He said in a taunting voice. He ran his hand over her chest. "So much pain." He said like it was a sexual innuendo. He moved and pulled a whip from the wall. Snakeskin so it was hard as hell. He cracked the whip against the air. "I wonder if you can really keep from making noises...as I give you such pain." He said with a dark smile. He snapped the whip through the air and smacked her in the face with it. It wouldn't break the skin because he refrained from the amount of force needed to do so. He snapped it through the air again and hit her across the chest. Snapping it and hit her in the crotch. Then in the legs and arms. Across the throat where it left a pretty little mark by her juggular.<br/><br/>He heard sounds of a scuffle after five minutes of whipping her. "Sounds like the target has arrived." He said. Licking his lips. He then launched the whip out hard enough it cut through the top of her dress. Putting the whip aside. He sat on her lower legs. Pulling up her skirt and ripping down her panties. He then took his sharp nails and ripped open the dress until it was below her breasts. Taking his hands and gripped her breasts hard. Squeezing them where the nails almost dug in. "Such soft skin." He said with a dark smirk. His nails shrinking to normal as he shoved two fingers into her core. Moving them around. "Going to have such fun with you slayer toy." He said in a cruel voice. Pulling the fingers out before shoving them back in. "Cry out. I want him to hear you." He said with a dark smirk. He leaned forwards and bit into her neck. Sinking them in but quickly pulled them out. Just letting her bleed like that. He pulled his fingers out. Squeezing her breasts again. Groping her roughly. Definitely going to have bruises later. He ran his finger over her sex again. Pushing it in and wiggling it around again. Making sure she got exactly what he planned on doing to her.<br/><br/>Blane was fighting the five men that had seen him. What the fucking hell?! He heard the whip and scowled. Oh hell no. No. He was being punched and pushed backwards. The sounds of the whip made him fight back even harder. He was not going down. He began to lose his temper even further. His eyes a glowing crimson now. He scowled and gripped the nearest vampires throat. Ripping his voice box out of it. He threw the dying vampire aside. "My turn." he said. He threw a vampire over the banister where he landed on a wooden spike and turned to dust. He then broke anothers neck. His actions now like he was dancing. He knocked the other two out with blows to the head. His trench coat flaring out. He ran across the upper level and hurled himself off the second floor. Angling himself so he sent Bastian flying off of Seveline. The trench coat flew off of him and landed on her in one swift movement. Covering her without him even looking at her.<br/><br/>He then saw Bastian was knocked out. He pulled Seveline's clothing back into place with his telekinesis. Scooping her up and sent the other vampires flying. Running out before they could recooperate. He jumped up into the treeline and ran through the trees. Jumping down and appeared back in the village. Setting her on her feet and fixed the trenchcoat so it was buttoned around her front. He moved back from her and his eyes stopped glowing a firey crimson. "You alright?" he asked. His calm demeanor visually returning. He stood there and pulled the sword from his back holding it out point down to her. Holding it by the lower hilt. "Your sword beautiful slayer." He said with a soft smile. His eyes filled with a bit of worry for her.