Julian listens to the conversation, his mind racing as he tries to decide what to do. The wound in his belly is healing, albeit slowly. He is strong enough to move now, but not yet strong enough to fight. When the police officer's light shines on him a second time, he decides playing the victim is the best strategy. They are armed, it is true, but their guns cannot kill him. The vampire hunter, however, is all too human. Perhaps he can get the police to turn on him while Julian makes his escape.
Slowly, Julian gets to his feet. He turns toward them, staggering into the wide beams of their flashlights. To them, he looks like a terrified young boy, the victim of a horrific assault. Julian knows this, and plays the part to the hilt.
"Help me," he begs, holding his bloody hands out toward them. The glut of dark blood soaked into his shirt and trousers shines black in the light. "Please help me. Please don't let him hurt me again."