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Daiguren's blood and weapons slow vanish into small rips in space. These rips left no trace of the demon except for the marks in the ground from the battle.

A bayonet sliced through the air, leaving a faint blue trail. It went straight through the skull of One of the Vampires in the corner, it screamed and scratched irratically at the spot where the Blade had peirced, ooze was starting to leak out of it, staining the ground spreading across the entire floor. Loud footsteps echoed down the stairs, and Adrian stepped into the small Mausoleum and looked around with disdain, "I amnae sure that Alasdair would approve o' this, what with Luther making him an army o' Vampires" He grinned, which wasn't visible underneat the shadow his hat and pulled up collar cast. His Glasses glinted in the darkness of the tomb, they didn't know this but he was scanning them for any sign of Injuries, testing their strength in case he had a change of heart. He laughed loudly, and said "But lookin' around here" He said, his grin fading, "All I see is a big bunch o' Vampies" He withdrew the bayonets from their hideing places, and stretched, "Now I'm going tae give ya two choices" He held the Bayonet by the tip, and grinned his vicious grin, "First, ye let me kill all o' these little Vampies" He threw a Bayonet and it embedded itself into the ground, causing a small spark, "Or second, I kill ye THEN kill all o' the little Vampies" He took off his hat and pulled down his collar, his horrific Vampireic features now showing, "It's your choice, Draculina" He said, addressing Nikki.

Adrian grunted, but he didn't attempt to follow the Vampires. He quickly threw his Bayonets, slicing the Rocks cleanly in two with but a hiss. He then quickly unsheathed the Blade in his arm, put the flat of his palm against it, and position it directly at the tip of the Scythe. It made it bounce off, and he rolled backwards; Swinging his arm he sent needles towards Leo, in this claustrophobic place it would be difficult to dodge them. He then threw seven Bayonets, all in a perfect circle and with barely any delay between them; His trusty spiral move,. He quickly withdrew two Bayonets, and crouched his legs allowing him to jump back at the first sight of danger. He sliced in an X pattern, then jumped back and threw the Bayonets at Leo's center. He then withdrew his pike, withdrew it, and threw it like a Shuriken; his remarkable strength allowed it to glide through the air like a perfect little shuriken.

Adrian dropped to the ground just in time, the Bullets simply singing is skin. One however dug in deep and he felt his flesh melt as blood poured out onto the floor. He looked at it for a moment, and then dunked his head into it, he drank it all back up, and licked his lips. "Dusnae coont as blood loss if I still ha' it in me system" This explanation seemed satisfactory for Adrian because a second later, he jumped to his feet, twisted in mid-air, and held a Bayonet in his hand when he landed. He span it around in his hand, it left small copies of itself in the air which eventually became real, he let go gently, and they flew forward.

Adrian started to chuckle lightly, eventually it progressed into a light laugh, and then went full manic laughter, sick satisfaction echoing with it. He then went deadly serious, no middle ground between the two emotions ever taking place. "I dunnae want tae let my guards doon, so just tae be sure..." He quickly ran forward, and swung his arm-blade straight at Leo using enough force for quick and easy decapitation. He jumped back before he could see the results, not daring to take any chances; this Vampy was tricky. He cracked his neck slightly, and coughed, and begun the manic laughter, acting as if he had never stopped.

"I dunnae know what yae're talking aboot, all I say here are heathens" He closed his eyes, and let the bullets hit. His right shoulder jerked on the impact, which had buried itself into most of the right side of his body. He growled, and fell to his knees, choking, coughing up blood. He looked up at the family tree, and grinned, "I have a family of me own..." He stood up, managing to keep himself balanced. He closed his eyes and a pale blue image of Markus stepped out of him, joined by Jacob and Markus' mother, Ellimere. They stood in front of Adrian, holding hands, and looked at the vast number of Leo's relatives.

"The Rosedale Family" They said in unison, their voices pitching in to a sort of master voice, all of them but none of them, the voice only grew louder as more unkown relatives appeared, "Hated by the Gods, and feared by the Demons, we are descended from Vlad the Impaler, and taken in by the British empire. We are the malicious thoughts that dwell in your soul..." They looked up, their eyes glowing a deep blue which had shining white spiralling in it, like foam on the most perfect of oceans. "And we look after our own." They all closed their eyes, and started to dissolve into mist, which circled around Adrian, forming a barrier, until Adrian's God Syndrome started to work in perfect unison with them, making his skin bright and perfect white, his eyes the purest and deepest blue, and his face clear and concise.