Vox stood against a nearby tree, his heart beating out a pitter patter of excitement as he thrummed his fingers against his thighs. He wasn't usually thrilled by group hunts, as he tended to prefer every iota of available attention. Still, the group dynamic would keep them focused upon the enemy, and away from making enemies of each other.
And, if he were to be very honest with himself, the sadism of others only fueled his outrageous lusts. Even if any of the others would make a more satisfying hunt than the hapless muggles contained within the church, simply having them present added a challenge to his bloodsport. Knowing their eyes may fall upon him while he unleashed his true nature, that they might see just how vicious he could be, filled him with excitement and arousal.
He waited for the strike of the clock with gleeful, murderous intent.