Kane grinned as he entered through the back door to the church since upon his arrival he had come across a dead male vamp and a dead girl. He didnâ€™t like the fact that the human was dead but the vamp would be dust when the sun hit his corpse. They were such an easy clean up when they turned to dust but that vamp was one of his kills to be tonight. He had followed the scent of the vamps killer to the broken back door and was a little confused by the scent. It was a little like the dead and sun mixed together in a strange intoxicating mix. He wanted to find where that scent came from almost as much as he wanted to kill the remaining vampires, and yes there were defiantly more. A second after he had strolled in a half naked male vampire had been knocked into one of the seats. A woman stood up quickly with two blades in both hands and a wound against her cheek, the blood stark against such white creamy skin.  Pupils dilated until they encompassed his eyes completely leaving only a small ring of chocolate brown around them. He took in her scent, the blood making it a little easier to sift through the other scents, human, female, and vampire.â€ Slight surprised crossed is features since he was looking at a damphire which was a rare occurrence. He didnâ€™t have too much time to study her since in a couple of seconds after him entering the front doors bulged inward and snapped from its hinges leaving the doors askew. Bloodsuckers hissed like angry cats and attacked with a speed that was hard for the human eye to track.<br/><br/>â€œGood thing Iâ€™m not human.â€ He said in a gravelly voice that was already partially turned by his excitement for this fight. In a split second before one of the vampires could reach him he shot three bullets, killing one and injuring two. One that he had shot made it close enough for him to brunch the leech in the jaw snapping it just as the vamp racked its claws across his right pec. He merely growled with a grin and battle lust in his eyes. He relished the pain since it meant he was alive and that he would deal out more than he got. He snapped the vamps fingers back at awkward angles that had the bones sticking out and an angry pained cry escaping the leech, â€œTry cutting me again you little fuck.â€ They were little too, compared to his 6â€™5 height and muscled frame he was not a wolf to fuck with. The other six around him became a little skittish and though they would be smart by attacking him all at once. He flicked his gaze quickly to the little damphire that had a couple of her own to deal with and saw her cleave one of the leechâ€™s head clear off before he was forced to pay attention to his own play mates.<br/><br/>One came at his back, another two at his right, one at his left flank, and two came at him from the front. The one behind him bit into his shoulder which he grabbed and flipped over his own head to take out the one at his left. They smashed into each other; the sound of bone snapping rang out a moment before one of the ones that came at him from the front screeched like a bitch when he had his arm ripped off. The scent of blood and pain drove his wolf higher in blood frenzy like it always did. His wolf was a rabid beast and at most times lately there was no distinction between the wolf and man inside. He growled and roared as one bit into his arm, another right leg, and the last into his left side which pissed him off. The bastards were trying to bleed him so that he would become too weak to fight and their cowardly attempt just irritated him. Blood dripped from all his wounds and the wolf was driven into a blood haze that had him tearing into the vamps with his claws and blunt human teeth. Their putrid blood dribbled from his mouth and onto the church floor. He didnâ€™t really care if he swallowed any as he dug his claws into one of the vampireâ€™s stomach, ripping out the warm intestines until he reached the heart, showing it to the vamp before he crushed it with his bare hands. It made him laugh as he turned on the remaining three. One had a broken arm, the bone protruded from the elbow at an awkward angle and blood leaked out at a steady rate. One was badly clawed up; the other was wheezing from a bullet wound to his trachea, â€œYou donâ€™t look so good.â€ He growled as he raised his gun and shot three times severing the vamps head, â€œThatâ€™s a lot better, donâ€™t you think?â€ He looked at the others and they backed up with fear in their eyes, â€œNo.â€ He growled savagely as they turned to run. In the blink of an eye his human skin split, a dark brown furred muzzle grew from his face, and feet and hands turned to clawed paws. A wolf that was larger then those found in the wild pounced on the reaming vampires and tore them apart.<br/><br/>When he was finished he turned to watch the female through his wolf eyes, almost everything was stained red for him,  his hunger for more death was strong, but the anger and hatred at the vampire that was sneaking p behind the female was the strongest. She hadnâ€™t seen the one that had broken off from the group that had attacked him and by how close the leech was she would be seriously injured before she stopped him. He launched himself on powerful back legs and slammed into the vampire from behind. The sound of the vampires spin cracking was incredibly loud in the silence of the church. Then there was the awful sound of clothes and flesh being torn, horrified screams of pain, and then the wet sound of nothing more than bloody meat slumping to the ground, Kane grown with the dead vampireâ€™s bloody arm still in his mouth. He looked at her but instead of feeling as though he should kill her he had another feeling that did usually come after a successful fight. She was a pretty woman with a nice flare to her hips that he appreciated, even with the bloody would on her cheek. He dropped the arm and took a step closer to her but his humanity decided to kick in, locking his limbs in place. He was curious about her and whether she was a threat since she fell into a grey area of what he killed and didnâ€™t kill.