[ Okay, so maybe dhampirs don't do mist. Good to know. But the air is full of smoke. Hopefully the bat is close enough to vanishing that there's no clear difference. He gestures at the empty space where Alucard was. ]

So. The lot of you fired one shot, and I got rid of one person. [ It hurts less if he breathes shallowly. He can keep this act up a little longer. ] The what the fuck do you think will happen if someone fires a second?

[ The woman with the gun stands again, taking aim once more, but a man near her pushes her arm down and snatches her pistol away. That's all he needed. He doesn't need to scare the shit out of all of them. Just enough of them that the group turns on each other. It's the same awful manipulation he hates others for doing, but it's survival. ]

Right. We don't need to find out, do we? You get away from here, now, and you only have to see me again in your nightmares.

[ Please make them go. Please make them go, before his legs give out. A few ran when the castle shook the earth. A few more gather around the woman now and leave under the pretense of 'getting the poor girl somewhere safer'. It's enough. The group disperses, and Trevor holds on until the last is a little way up the road before moving the the far side of the cottage and falling to lean against one of the chicken coops, clutching one side below his ribs, breath coming in and out in pained, shuddering bursts. ]