4th Bite // [Spam]

[ Ice cold fury lurked in the laundromat. Trapped in a small ring of dust barely a few paces across. It didn't leave him much room to maneuver. The last time he'd dealt with Stiles, he'd put up the act of being out of control. But not this time. He was the perfect picture of control. Sure, he'd been surprised by the barrier. But he wasn't what Stiles had seen down in Zero.

He spent his time calmly testing the limits of the barrier. Pushing against it, creating those brilliant streaks of blue as the barrier reacted. Crouching down, trying to break the line of dust by any means. But it wouldn't budge.

Anyone who came down to see the truly trapped vampire would find him black-eyed and fanged. Paler than usual. Either standing at the center of the circle, waiting for them. Or idly dragging his claws against the barrier. ]

((ooc: Totally open, but final rights of defeat/removal go to Zane, at the player's request.))