
Diedrich saw the girl break down and collapse. "Girls. Zay are such trouble."
He reached out his hand and.... nothing. "Time to do zis zee hard vay."
He placed his hand on her. He looked around. The other vampires have left.
That one vampire spouting off that list of martial arts. He was a fool. Diedrich fed on the blood of great warriors in Germany. Those Nazis were especially brutal, and even more delisious. Still he had a choice. Hunt when the mist was up or take this girl to somewhere more comfortable. Seeing no one else around he picked the girl up and laid her on a table. With her purse as a pillow. He then returned to his studies. "Now... let's try zis again shall vee?"
He concentrated on moving the pencil with his mind.... He relaxed... channeled the power within his blood. But not only did the pencil not move. There was a pillar of mist where he once stood. The mist then said "Dammit!"