Somehow his dreams always ended the same, in bloodlust and carnage, whether it was a reiteration of what happened in the past or something more current like this. He was stronger, not only because of the vampire that dwelt within him but also because of his past obsession with physical strength. Aiden wasn't going down without a fight, though - what he lacked in size he made up for in sheer determination.
Vlad seized the chance when his adversary doubled over, teeth aimed for the back of his throat as he tried to force him down to the ground; but in a split second the other man's head snapped up and connected with his jaw. He roared in agony as razor-sharp teeth snapped shut on his tongue, his mouth instantly filled with blood with he spat out in surprised disgust. Shaking his head, he snarled and lunged at him again, this time curling his hands around Aiden's neck - perhaps choking him might work better than biting him.