[And should there be that confrontation, Zero won't try and deny what all has happened. If it's one thing about who he is, it's that he's not a liar. Any kind of conversation there may be (or lack thereof, if he's to go off of their past ones) is easy to predict.
But wow. Vampires sure are ugly wherever this guy is from. . . . Not that Zero likes the fact that they're meant to be especially attractive in his own word.
The force against him is enough to have Zero stumbling backwards and enough to knock him down. He catches himself and tumbles back onto his knees.
. . .Except, rather than fly off into another attack, he's hit with something else: another very distracting throb of pain for a completely different reason. The fact that he's so desperate for blood grips him tighter than ever, his throat and mouth so dry that it aches and burns.]
—Tch!
[One hand clutches over his heart and curls into the fabric of his shirt. The other claws at the bandage around his throat until the binding tears, drawing traces of his own blood, while the "tattoo" along the left side of his neck pulses a dark crimson and begins to spread.
The scent of this vampire's blood doesn't help, either.]