Chris laughed. "My name is Chris." He said with the british accent. "Chris Flemming." He finished, his accent now legitimate Australian. "At least that is my name here." He said, his voice now a thick African. He opened is arms in a gesture with a smile. "I am international. Americans are so closed up in their own country, they have no idea what is going on in the world." He growled with a Russian accent. All his accents were perfect, as if he were a native of the country. "I am no normal Vampire, brudda." He exclaimed with a Jamaican accent, walking around the man. "Same reason I do not need to feed. Same reason why I am so quick." He laughed at his accumulated accents and dialects. "Enough of the games." He said, returning to his British accent. "The name I am most popularly known by is Daybreaker." He told her. "I'm over four hundred years old, and there is a reason I have survived this long. You're probably, what, fifties or seventies? And you look like a teenager. I don't look that much older than you. By human standards I would have to say I look twenty four." He rubbed a hand along his face. "I age a lot slower than a typical vampire as well, if I even age that is." He said with a laugh.<br/><br/>"Boo fucking hoo. You lost your sister. You probably just killed someone's brother. Father. Uncle. Friend." He turned and looked at everyone in the room. "That would be enough to shoot this self-righteous prick right now." He quickly turned to the man. "And I do not suggest you try that air shit on me. May not have the desired effects." he said with a devilish grin.<br/><br/>He looked to Darian Stone with a scowl and grimace. "Negotiate with the man that just killed your bouncer. Yeah, that makes sense. Because everyone goes into a business transaction by killing a doorman." He went over to the bar and sat next to Megan. "The fucker." He said referring to the mage, taking a drink of liquor.