Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
The way Vlad was moving made every one of Aiden's base instincts scream with warning bells. He was coming closer, smirking slightly, as if this was all just a game, something he could control. ... which he very well might be able to, since it was probably his dream, but that wasn't the point. No. He was smirking and watching and getting too close for comfort. Not particularly close, but closer than Aiden ever wanted while still unarmed.
Of course there was no recognition - a monster like that would never remember his victims, not when he just ripped them open like that. He probably couldn't recall a single hint of any victim. Briefly his eyes flicked up a the impaled mannequins. Joanie had mentioned mannequins and being with Vlad. Hah, was it intentional or ironic? This fucking building.
"Who else would it be?" Aiden snarled, all barely-repressed fury and murderous intent. "What other person in this building would tear out someone's throat the way hers was but Dracula?" His hateful grimace ratcheted into something resembling a grin. "If there's one thing I'm grateful to this building for, it's that. Labeling you as the monster you are."