"We rule the night. We are like Gods to the weak mortals that inhabit this city. We're faster, stronger, and smarter then any mortal. We'll rule them."

The vampire grinned at his captures. Confidence over flowing from his ego. He was a little beaten and worn from his capture the night before. He didn't expect to go up against metal instead of flesh, this be true. He put up a good fight, but in the end he was no match for machines that could surpass his strength.

"So you believe you are above. You believe you are better in fact then any upon this city' Such small minds, I find most vampires to hold. Such a pity. All that possibility and no brains to hold it all together. You are not at the top of the food chain my little vampire. You are not, by any means, God like. You are not, the best of the best as they say." Zayveon's form, his true form stepped out from the shadows held within the small room. Standing at a height a little over eight foot, his long tail swept out at his right side. Clawed fingertips tapped a moment to the snout of scaled red. Few were granted the opportunity to see him upon this Draconian form. This true form. He looked down at the vampire with a tilt of his head. "You are, below me. You are nothing but gutter trash. You're kind is like a bad cold that simply won't go away. You are weak and pathetic. I am done with you." In the blink of an eye, Zayveon had grabbed the vampire by his head and before the vampire could react, Zayveon had tore his head free from his body. Holding the head and gazing into the wide, lifeless eyes. "You are, pathetic creatures." Tossing the head to the floor by the body with a draconic growl perking deep within his throat. "Send a message to my friend upon the glen's lake. It's time to thin the herd."