Vladimir let a sigh escape his lips, sometimes things would be easier if the world would not be so thorn into many pieces...But without all this, where would the excitement be? Some found this blood obsessed fights a fun machine, making them crave for more and he never saw himself as an innocent figure in the story, he was the bloody son and some even called him Dracul, which in Romanian meant the Devil. His father was a soft man towards the children, that was for sure, but the loss of his mother and his father's wife just brought more sadness and hatred towards the other races.
The scene make him cringe as he shifted to make calm steps towards the two, moving to grab a hold of the dagger as he wrapped his hand around the dagger and let it burn, no expression of pain was shown as he pushed Amelia away and pulled at the dagger. "You are a stubborn fellow miss. Please...dont interfere in this...its for the best of your sake." he said as he tried to keep her away from the guns as he kept the dagger in his hand. "Let me ask...parents killed by vampires? brother? sister? fiance?" he asked Robin with a soft smile.