"Thor wait!" Artemis cried out too late. It was one thing to kill underling police officers, but the murder of Police Head had no way of going unnoticed by their father.<br/><br/>The vampire blinked and Thor stood before him. The crowd breathed and before anyone could comprehend what was happening, Thor held the guy's puny head in his humoungous palm and smashed it hard against the tough tavern floor, forming a two feet deep crater inside. Artemis could see the horror dawning over the two police officers kneeling before him as they witnessed the brutal end of their leader. Trained as they were since childhood under the harshest of circumstances against overwhelming odds to face any and every kind of danger, if the vampire policemen were given a choice to fight or take flight then they would always chose to fight when possible. Survival was engraved in their subconsciousness ruthlessly and they have never known backing down.<br/><br/>Artemis sensed all too well the familiar desperation of cornered animals and even before they started for his brother whose back was towards them, their head was cleaved apart from their shoulders, painlessly, effortlessly. Artemis stood behind his brother, his hand and a half sword unsheathed with hardly a stain on it. Such speed was dealt with its edge that even the stains of death found no time to stick on the blade.<br/><br/>"You messed it up bad this time Thor. Father won't be happy and you know his ire full well." Artemis said to his brother who couldn't have cared any less what their father thought of him.<br/><br/>Thor was moving towards the thrown off human girl who was leaking blood from her wounds, and from the smell of it, untainted blood. The crowd around them were already drooling at the sight of her but were waiting for the brothers to move out. They were royals of the highest order, no one even dreamt of ever going against them. The moment he and his brother were gone there would be a rampage over the girl.<br/><br/>Artemis knew that, and he couldn't have cared less of it. Artemis also knew that Thor knew that and that was always something to worry about.<br/><br/>"Father won't notice in his excitement over the news that you have finally taken your own blood bank." Thor's voice had that barritone quality which suited his bulging physique. Artemis had known what Thor was thinking before he had even uttered the words. Despite his father's numerous not so subtle insistances, and his mother's emotional requests, commands and what not, Artemis refused to take on his own personal blood bank or even feed directly from any human. His father asked for it was a symbol of power, his mother asked for it was what she thought would lend her son salvation. Even the thought of it made him sick. Artemis had always been addicted to loneliness. There were only a handful who had any inkling of his trust but Artemis Ambrogio kept his distance from one and all to the dire distress of his brother and mother. The idea of drawing blood from a human, sharing something so personal with a vile being like that was unthinkable.<br/><br/>"Father would notice if he were to stumble on the knowledge that this massacre was the doing of this bloodling." Artemis threatened with an annoyed growl. Their father could forgive most things, but not the care Thor held for humans. He would do things to her that Artemis didn't need to think about, or care if it meant squiggling away from getting a blood bank.<br/><br/>"You won't." Thor's eyes met his own. An order, a request, a plead. Artemis was silenced.<br/><br/>He looked on helplessly as Thor knelt down to aid the wretched girl, ripping his own shirt to make bandages for her.<br/><br/>"May I?" Thor asked for permission, not to a middle class vampire, not even to any lower class but to a mere, filthy human.