Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Lights flicked on in his head, but given the headache, they only made everything worse. Dracula. Well, that made sense, in a ridiculous and distorted sort of way. The new Helsing? That made sense, too, in the way that each individual word meant something and formed a sentence, but the sentence itself was just beyond his grasp. He fought the urge to ask questions to his new disappearing, feline-eyed, but part of him wanted to figure all this out for himself. He wanted to have that much for himself, at least.
But if he could kill that man ...
"New?" Aiden asked as they climbed up the stairs, presumably together if those floating teeth were any indication. "There was another?" Then he shook his head, trying to dislodge the pain and any extra thoughts that came with it. "And I know he has fangs. I intend to put a stop to them." Protect the young lady and her man, as he hadn't before -- no, that was wrong, it was ... how did it go again? He wanted to kill him, yes? For more reasons than someone needed protection. Someone had ... died. Yes. Someone or several someones.