Vincent felt like she had struck him harder than any blow he could have taken by any monster or human alike. That slam of the door was like the dropping of an axe on him. And for a few long moments, he looked at the door before he actually grabbed his shirt off the floor. Part of the reason for his movement was that the chalk that acted as a barrier to his apartment was glowing, and for all of his knowledge, glowing chalk was never a good sign. The war axe that hung off the wall by the fireplace that was in his place was quickly grabbed. Vincent was not going to let her die, he was not going to lose her because the darkness was doing its best to get him back for his rejection of its notion.<br/><br/>His boots were slipped on and tightened as he stumbled out into the hallway. He slammed the door behind him, looking out into the hallway as his Second Sight activated seeing that there had been something that was out here not too long ago, but not exactly the same time that SJ was. It was here earlier than that, traces of energy were in the form of footsteps that were in one fixed place in front of his door as if whatever it was, it had stood there for a bit. Now SJ was out in all of this without any kind of protection. If he was cursing himself before, he definitely was now.<br/><br/>Anything and everything that stood in his path between her and him was going to die regardless of how powerful it was. He was not going to let her down in this one aspect, he had told her that he would protect as a part of his family and he was not going to let her down even if he had to make the ultimate sacrifice in the process. He rushed from the area just outside of his apartment to the stairs running down them as he began his search for her.