Sam's eyes narrowed.
::Looks like the situation's a little too wound up. Concerned citizen won't work. Perhaps another trick then. Lets see how these sharks act when there is blood in the water.::
From under his coat he drew out his silvered knife which glinted in the street light before he lot go of his umbrella with his other hand and slashed his palm open in one quick swipe. For a moment his knife sparkled like a ruby before he whipped the blood on his wrist and put it away. His Umbrella now lay on his shoulder, caught by his chin as he held his hand by cupped his stomach, blood beginning to pool in it.
Without saying a word his free hand took hold of his umbrella while he continued walking toward the now bloodied vampire and what seemed her attacker.
::With luck...::
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