[Evil Tink]

Hayden shook her head, "It does not, I'm sorry." She looked over to Alexander, narrowing her eyes a bit, "I wish he'd just go away..."

Alexander jumped a bit as Hayden glared at him. He swiftly turned on his heel and left, sitting on a chair.

The man narrowed his eyes as they glowed a bright red, "Vous n'avez pas d'espoir de me tuer naissante. Je su-(You have no hope of killing me fledgling. I a-)"

Solomon sighed, teleporting backstage next to Holden, cutting the man off. He gently grabbed Holden's shoulder, pulling him away a bit. "Holden, there's nothing you can do to help her..let's just go.."

The girl yelped as two other men appeared, "Non, s'il vous plaît, ne. Vous aurez seulement lui faire encore plus en colère et puis...(No, please, don't. You'll only make him angrier and then...)" She trailed off, closing her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. Horrid flashbacks of the abuse dealt to her resurfaced, causing her to shiver. She quickly skittered to her feet, taking the man's hand, "Je vais...je vais être bon...je vous promets...s'il vous plaît...pas plus ...(I'll go...I'll be good...I promise...please...no more...)"

The man grabbed her wrist tightly, sending both of the vampires back with a blast of telekinesis, "Now if you'll excuse me, we're late. Get out of my way!" Even though he spoke English fluently, his French accent was heavy, making it almost impossible to understand him. He pulled her up to her feet after she had collapsed again, then disappeared.