Oh. Oh hell no. Missy's eyes were huge in a pale face as she watched, edging the line of horror, at what was happening. That was... that was bad. That was burn-the-place-and-everyone-in-it down bad. Her mind was suddenly filled with the image of Kristen and what would happen to her if she got caught up in this fiery maelstrom that the vampire had somehow called up. I'm going to have to ask Naoki what he knows about this, if anything. Goddamn vampires and their connections, what is their everloving fascination with destruction?! Bad enough they had to live off blood without going and destroying other things too! Sure she had hardly any room to talk since she went about trying to kill vampires but that was completely justified. In her mind.
And the fucker was still laughing. What? "Listen there's an awesome mental institution, sure they'd love to treat a whacked out vamp." And kill you while you're sleeping because holy fuck do you need a few chill pills. Or to settle down. Vampires annoyed her on principle of being what they were but this one. This one was going to earn a special place as the most fucked up vampire she had ever met and that completely and totally included Nikita. Because sure, she had thought the woman was a human and slept with her and had... issues... regarding her but at least she was not full-on crazy like this one.
But what was she supposed to do now? Crates were on fire and that vampire was out there with a gun. Well, what would dad do? Not a question she asked often because it caused a little stab deep inside of her, a twisting feeling at the remembering of her family, but she felt like it could help right then. He would not have run away, he never ran away from anything - and he wound up dead for his pride. You really as bad as that? It was an admirable way to be... Missy took a deep breath and slipped out from her hiding spot, stepping between two flaming crates with just enough space so that the growing flames did not catch her clothes. But god, it was hot, beads of sweat springing to her face the moment she moved. Yet he was not firing at her. So... where had he gone. Safety off her gun, Missy held it up, both hands on it as she stepped quietly, helped by the crackling of the fire and the crates that were still settling after being caught up in that whirling electric wind. Come on out and play little vampy, let's see what you've got when the fire's burning. Because oh, they were vulnerable to that just as much as her.