Vincent felt the strange feeling in his gullet, a need for blood, not a hunger, but a need to have it. He wanted to gut that idiot Shurkroat, slit his throat like...<br/>he let it go and backed away slowly "bwa... that didn't work..." he shook his head trying to remove the influence "I need to sit down for a moment" he was breathing hard trying not to think about Shurkroat's blood spilling out all over the place.<br/>"it might need blood to activate... but I'm not sure"