Whatever sense of supercilious calm he'd had before was gone, replaced by a flood of burning hatred that demanded blood. He realized Aiden's paralysis was gone, but at this point he didn't even care, since it would give him more satisfaction to beat him in an even fight. "His only mistake was thinking he could kill me," he snarled, muscles tensing in preparation for an attack.
"You cannot bring her back, fool. What's done is done, and nothing you do will change that!" Vlad lunged forward to meet Aiden's attack, hands curled into claws and fangs bared. The man's fist didn't quite meet its mark, but the blow was enough to leave him momentarily breathless all the same.
Everything went hazy as he dug his fingers into whatever body parts he could reach, refusing to let everything go black - because if it did, he was finished. His grip was like iron as he struggled to stay on his feet, but if he was going down, Aiden was coming with him. Pausing for even a second would cost him dearly.