The vampires seemed to have had a smarter plan to all this, it was like they expected opposition and conflict. They prepared for every contingency and for some reason they had the exact counter for any of them.

Hance was on the floor, his hand clutched around his chest as the intensity of the pain crushed him. At this point he didn't care about living or dying. He just wanted the pain to end, he would sell his soul to make it so, he didn't care. This was pain on another level, like someone exposed his nerves then started to dissolve them in concentrated Hydro chaotic acid and somehow left...