Who: Vlad and Shane What: The wolf needs to shut up :D Where: 905 When: After this Warnings: Anger. Yelling. Fun times.
Vlad was going to kill him. Plain and simple, he was simply going to march down to 905 and put a bullet in Shane's head to finish this once and for all. He was tired of Rosalie's naivety and her refusal to accept reality, and if he had to listen to her defend him for much longer he was going to put a bullet in his own head.
Helena was on the couch with Cain and Abel, so he simply told her there was an issue with Shane and that he would be right back. She told him to be careful, he told her he would; and by the time he'd kissed her goodbye the gun was safely in his belt and hidden from her view. Ignoring the elevator, Vlad took the stairs instead, his breathing harsh and short as he made his way down.
He paused just before the ninth floor landing, checking to make sure the hallway was clear before approaching the door to 905. Peeling off the tape, he unlocked it as quietly as he could and slipped inside, closing it behind him. The wall of vines weren't exactly blocking the doors, leaving just enough space for him to stand without risking the wrath of the angry man kept inside.
"Shane," he hissed, one hand on the door handle just in case. "What the hell are you doing?"