The smell of blood was getting stronger, and he could definitely smell the rank scent of a certain vampire mixed along with it. The two scents were not good ones to combine in Rei's head, especially since he knew the blood was not the fucking vamp's. It was programed into him to protect. While his mistress was no longer around, it was his only purpose to protect the women that she employed.

Normally it was Isobel that held him back. Or at the very least she was the one that would often deal with the problems that the vampire brought about. But she was gone, and his mind was already in a fragile state because of that. Things had at least been running smoothly, no problem clients, but Drystan could not simply have that, that was impossible. And having seen Liri again, knowing shew as not just a flash of a dream that had not been completely seared out of his mind, Rei simply could not hold back.

Walking down the hall towards the scent, his eyes were blank, dead. Emotions were draining out of him, dissipating as training began to take over. Nothing but twisted, violent training that Drystan himself had sent Rei off to. He was almost calm when he finally came upon the lazy vampire, leaning against the wall. The blood was almost overpowering, coming out of the room.

And his mind snapped, almost audibly. Faster than he had moved in a great while, Rei's fist went straight for the vampire's stomach, hard and fast. Sure Rei was not a centuries old vampire, but his entire body was trained for nothing but to hurt those who hurt what he was supposed to guard.