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Aiden looked at her dumbfounded. That was a possible scenario and he knew it all too well himself being raised vampires. He straightened his face and glared at her. "Do we know for sure he would become a vampire. I don't think so. Your actions were irrational. You shouldn't even be out. And as for the young man you killed", he paused and looked at the guy who spoke to her,Seems unusual and turned to the body. "I could have taken him to my home and I seriously doubt that he would be able to kill me if he did indeed turned, and I would be the one to kill him." he said sternly.

"How was I supposed to know that a human could be cruel to another human. For a hunter you seem to have no feelings for vampires or humans. That is disgusting. You could have at least tried to help the man. As for just watching, what did you want me to do, shoot you. I can't run at lightspeed. I'm a human." Aiden said cooly. He was still curious as why that weird person was standing there. "Who are you boy?" he demanded.

Something inside of Elona snapped. She knew that from her actions and words, it probably seemed that way. And if people just assumed that she really had no feelings, it would make her job easier, but it still affected her greatly. "You. Know. Nothing. If it's so important, just try to shoot me now. You can still avenge him." Her words were beyond just cold now, they could've been frozen for what anyone knew. "This body's getting heavier with every second you waste. So either shoot me, or I'm leaving." From the contents of the man's wallet, she now knew his address and wanted to drop the body off there. It was the least she could do, but boy was in her way of accomplishing this, whether he knew it or not, and she didn't exactly feel like explaining her motives to him.

Solomon stopped and stared at the woman- no girl- with an expression akin to confusion. She must be young, to lose her temper so easily...or perhaps the rules of engagement have changed. He shrugged and slipped a hand into his pocket. "If I had a pound for every slaying I have witnessed..." He shook his head and turned around, satisfied that this really wasn't more than it had at first seemed, and his mind went back to the child. Poor thing must be frozen to the bone by now.
Solomon turned his back on them and began fading into mist and darkness.
" You two must be late comers, picking the unfortunate stragglers in the crowd and that does me no good at all. I have neither the inclination to avenge whichever poor sod you dispatched, nor the desire to engage you in any sort of battle. But I will do you this service; my name is Solomon and if ever we cross paths again, I may not be so charitable."

Tenma hurried the children into the orphanage, counting heads and calling names. "Thirty seven..." she muttered with a pause. She scanned the faces, who could she be missing. "Abigail!" she almost screamed, turning and running out the door. The head mistress tried to call after her, but it was no use, her head was wrapped around finding the child she had so recklessly lost.

Tenma ran down the streets, throwing her glance down every alleyway, looking for the child she had lost. Her arms had turned a slight shade of pink for forgetting her own jacket. Her finger tips were blue and she was trying her best not to panic. She finally caught the image of the childs shadow. She ran up to the child, seeing the pale face of Abigail. She kneeled, grabbing the child and holding her close to her racing heart.

The child began to cry as Tenma held her in her embrace. "I am so sorry Abigail." she said out of breath and trying not to cry herself. She had never lost a child before and this came as a massive blow. Abigail was shivering in her arms and had snaked her arms tightly around Tenmas neck. "It'll be alright dearest." Tenma said reassuringly. She couldn't believe that Abigail was still alive, especially being in such a dark alleyway. She was sure that a killer or a vampire was bound to find her.

Leaving the body at the doorstep, Elona simply left and began to walk down the street wondering if she should continue searching for vampires or retire for the night. Ordinarily, she would never have to consider such a thing and would've continued her hunt but... I lost my temper. If I can't keep calm I'll end up killing myself sooner or later. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and slowly opened them once more when she rid herself of any more indecisive feelings.

The irony of the situation as almost laughable; she could shoot a person without hesitation, but had lost control over her emotions over a couple of words. How idiotic. She thought, and continued walking with her hands open and within quick reach of the guns she'd hidden away for the moment.

Alsvid stared at the intruder, "I assure you, you are very welcome," he said with a smile, "But don't you know it's incredibly rude to barge into someones home without so much as a knock?" he walked slowly over to the girl and stared at her, "As much as I love theatrics I would prefer it if you cut straight to the chase. You want to kill me. I'm afraid I won't be allowing that to happen, I'm sure you understand. Perhaps it would be best if you just left now. Hm?" She was younger than he was, that was easy to tell, but he could sense a savagery that could even things out a bit. He turned around and walked over to the open window and closed it. He then turned around and threw his coat on the ground revealing the blades strapped to his waist. "Last chance to leave."