A voice called out that seemed to have no visable source, "They aren't attacking in any recognizable pattern, it seems." A long sigh seemed to escape the empty space. A mist began to form in the tavern around the two who just took down a demon. As it condensed, it took the shape of a built humanoid. Its pale skin appeared to have a soft marble luster. His red eyes shining out in contrast from the alabaster skin. His crimson lips made the same contrast as he spoke again "Looks like we're the only ones taking care of this pitiful world." His tone dripped with disgust as he looked over the demons body. He stomped hard on its severed hand and he shook his head. "Such grotesque creatures, allowed to live on my beauiful land. Such disgusting blood too." He looked over at the patrons and smirked at their apparent fear at the trio of demon slayers" Haven't you ever seen a Dhampir before?"

"Vincent, You always try to make some kind of entrance, don't you?" The dwarf crossed his powerful arms as the giant axe stuck into the floor beneath him. "Couldn't you have come, oh about an hour ago, during the actual fight?" The Dwarf's tone was soaked in sarcasm and he moved past the Dhampir to the emotionless elf. "Johnny, " the Dwarf fought not to laugh as he called him that name. "How you doing Johnny?" The Dwarf was clearly fighting back a heavy fit of laughter as he talked, until witchfire ripped past his torso and he nearly fell from the force of the near miss. "What was that for!?" He yelled at the elf and jumped back up to his heavy feet.

"You know my name, Dwarf." The elf shook his head at the apparent childishness of a new dwarf. He decided to take the Dwarf down a notch "Atleast the Fangbanger and I have names, Dwarf." His face remained straight. His pitch black eyes looking over the slackjawed and staring patrons of the tavern. "We should leave before these people have a heart attack from all the shock. Such a backwards little place, didn't even know we existed I bet." He slipped past the Dwarf and Vincent and clambored down to the surface, Silly people lived in trees, high above the ground. Not like it had protected them.

As the three reached the Sunkist Orange '64 Drop top Impala, they all climb in, the Dhampir taking the wheel. "Low Rider" blares from the speakers as they peel out leaving rubber on the road. "It will be dawn soon Dhampir, Don't you need your beauty sleep?" A chuckle emerged from deep in the Dwarves gut. Vincent rolled his eyes, but he knew the Dwarf was right. Though the half vampire didn't die in the sunlight like red eyed relatives, he was weakened to the point of mortality if he stayed in it too long. "I hate sunburn," Vincent spoke at last, Finally arriving in their apartment complex in East Brewton. They chose Alabama as their home as it seemed to be the safest area at the time. That changed soon after word spread of their presence.