Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141006193518/@comment-25038310-20141017195454

"Look at him. He's like a ... meatbag.... meatbag without limbs! He isn't coming ba -... "

When Sander looked back at the corpse, the limbs and the head had dissapeared in the shadow. Jackson became invisible, having regenerated, and exited the alley swiftly, running back to the docks swiftly and silently without leaving a trace. Sander went after him, but quickly lost track, even with trying to use his heightened instinct of hearing and smelling.

Jackson had left one of his guns, rested in a dismembered hand he had cut off. The hand was seemingly placed there on purpose.

Sander looked down at it.

"He's toying with us..." He kicked the hand in rage.

"Alright.. vampire, capable of swiftly regenerating limbs.. can't be killed by decapitation... Does not lose blood while maimed.. Holy .. what the hell can kill him? " He started talking to himself, staring down at the ground. He seemed slightly paranoid, or in shock, perhaps even a bit insane. He started noting the things he had seen and said them aloud with somewhat of a panicked tone.

"We need to go... he will recognize us, and they will be alert.. "