"And what's up with Ben?"

Bricks now, really. You do have a unique approach, I'll grant you that.

(Miguel's clawed hand reached Ben's neck and lifted the man as though he weighed less than a feather.)

What the hell do you think you are doing?

(The monster took a deep breath... And stepped closer. Hostile.)

Wanna know something curious…? If you want to harm a creature with religious faith... You should make sure beforehand they are not an atheist.

(He grabbed the crucifix with his hand and pulled Parker closer)

I warned you.

// don't worry, I'm cool with it!

I did. It was rather relaxing and I really needed it.

(A deep growl reverberates within the vampire's chest.)

You should not play with that.

Well, I was hungry! Now I'm hungry all the time and it's hard to stop at times... It's not like it's too much for me.

No. Why would I...?

(Frowns)

You do realise I am not a cat, right?

I had... Three humans. Although I mostly consumed their blood.

I'm afraid I cannot comment on the proper nutrition matter.

// oh bsky died again

Where is the priest?

Huh? I uh-

(Clears his throat. He's been away for two hundred years...)

He'll be heading to the last crime scene. Avoiding police agents, of course...

"Gabriel has been gathering some information and he suspects the active killer might have a small army of copycats, so your help with the investigation would put an end to this mess sooner."

"I'm investigating some recent attacks in the city. Very... Serial killer like."

"Seems like it. Good to see you, Peni."

What now...

Back to work again.

... He'll figure it out.

«What is it, Ben?»

Would she leave the window open for him...?

He figures they won't allow him to enter covered in blood.

No, yeah, I'm fine, I had a lovely meal, actually.

Got stabbed and healed, so... All good.

I would love a shower, though.

Right...

I got rid of the problem, so... Uh... You are safe.

(Great. Thanks Miguel.)

(Standing in the middle of the fucking mess like an overgrown cat who just killed a pigeon.)

Yeah—... Uh, kinda?

Uhm, yeah, well-

There was a guy, waiting. And uh-... He wasn't really talkative, and listen, I understand. But knives? Really?

Also... About the tiles, how many should be still intact to consider they're "okay"?

Mopping Felicia's apartment. He feels a tad like that kinetic sculpture that keeps cleaning blood around itself.

Then a small amalgamation of flesh falls from being stuck on the ceiling, with a disgusting splat.

"I should really eat something before going to work..."

At least Fliss is safe.