A red sneaker started to tap impatiently against the ground, a hand rose to rest against his side and a smirk formed, to mar his features in that perfect ‘cocky teenage boy’ sort of way. Casually he shrugged, took what may have appeared to be one final glance, and then turned away. It would have seemed that he was far from eager to interfere with a vampire ready to take his meal. He was just some kid who thought that he could talk a poor girl out of harm, and then seeing that he would only fail, and perhaps make an enemy in the process, he chose to walk away.
That’s how the scene would have looked, if it weren’t for the fact that Bart was too proud, and when it came down to it, just too arrogant, to give up and go on his merry way. So when his steps took him a few feet away it wouldn’t have been a surprise for those who knew him well, to see him swiftly turn back towards the vampire and his victim, and then make a mad dash forward.
Once he sped up, his movements was unreasonably hasty and because of that there would be no seeing him coming, except for the very brief red streak of light that trailed behind. It was a second, maybe even less, when the sharpened piece of wood made its way into the chest of the vampire. He was stalled then and reached out to put a hand on the girl’s arm, so that he could tug her away before the thing turned to dust.