"Someone like myself?" Aidou reiterated. That word combination deserved more attention then any predictable greeting; it was just the way in which it had been spoken. "Macabre, really. Or maybe just outlandish."

The boy grappling with the creature fought like a berserker, but the blood flowing freely from his wounds was human, the thing smeared with it, and the blood of his other victim, that 'John Trick'. But his blood... smelled slightly different. That Aidou was suddenly having to mind what blood smelled human and what didn't was not something he was used to, not at all. It was either human, vampire, or animal, and the widening grey area wasn't supposed to be part of it.

Aidou watched the injured man sit down at the feet of the other, while the youngest of all three continued to push back, the amount of lightning built up between the two bodies more than enough to saturate the air with the sharp tang of ozone. He was certainly impressed the kid wasn't dead yet.

It was like watching extreme extreme sports.

"But you choose 'amazing'. Should that say something about you?"