There is a crash as the Cullen coven breach the main lobby...
They follow the blood to the "meat locker" that Vincent had set up: rows and rows of nurses and patients are strung up and hung bleeding from the ceiling. Carlisle was the guiding light and Sheppard of their humanity. Now all they feel is a desperate anger. Light quickly recedes beyond their reach. The darkness is too deep, too pervasive. The hunger cannot be denied. Sin must be fed. The beast consumes their last facades of self-control and sanity. And they frenzy, tearing into the still squirming victims, gouging and splattering the gore. Not entirely out of need, but for lust, for passion, for blood. Blood for its own sake.
Vincent dashes down the dark corridors as fast as he can without slipping on the petrol and blood everywhere. He runs to the slaughterhouse of a corridor, now almost stopping to admire his work. The intestines do cascade from each carcass nicely.
Once past the room of blood, he stops a moment to see the vampires' reaction, pulling his glock. He keeps moving, grabbing Carlisle's head by the hair on the way. Vincent is only able to hope that they frenzy and stay put. He makes for the nearest exit, runs the minimum distance that he believes may be safe, and fires back into the building.
((Good idea. On your six.))
Head with Vincent, lighter in hand.
Vincent and Joe grab Carlisle's head and scramble for the back door. They shuffle through corridors in partial darkness groping their way for an exit through pure instinct.
Carlisle's head seems to stare back at you.
Matthew Heads back inside and try's to find his comrades. He readies his Glock in case he runs into a vampire.
Matthew clambers in through one of the side doors and wanders through the corridors, readying his weapon to deal with any vampires.
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