Bullseye! While he was in his bat form, the Parisian successfully hit his wing, couldn't fly with one win any longer, he glided as fast as he can away from the abandoned barn. Turning himself back into his vampire form, only with his wings spread on each side, gliding across the mood, towards to the Romanian castle. In this form, his arms where the one badly injured, he was able to escape from the Huntresses' knife, but he wasn't able to dodge the knife, with much strength was focused when she threw the knife, it was too fast to dodge, even for a vampire like himself. He's a vampire, but barely experience thus his stamina was only minimal, it was a shame, he indeed loved his blood hunting spree, he didn't regretted drinking the young Estonian's blood. It was worth the shot.
Didn't noticed the young Russian vampire teen (Vlad, in this case) beneath him as he fled across him. Though, with his mind, he quickly sent a signal for the young Russian, similar from what he had received from the very start. That high pitched sound that kept on bugging into his head, has now he sent to the young Russian teen, alarming him that there is going to be a meeting at the Romanian's castle. As he continues to glide, he reached out towards the castle, barely flying anymore, he grabbed onto the window's corners, barely couldn't fly anymore, he puled himself up, few grunts came from the Italian, as he slowly went into the castle.
Finally inside, he laid his back against the wall, was dripping all over the place, since his body were just filled with blood. That's in, his insides weren't functioning at all. He had no heartbeat, he's not a human. His face grimaced enduring the pain caused by his arm. He grabbed the sleeve of his attire and pulled, ripping it down, seeing his injury. No doubt he was one of the vampires that got injured BUT also one of the vampires that escaped from a hunter's presence. "Hah... Hah... Hah..." Hissing, he looked at his injured arm. No doubt, the bullet is still inside. Vargas didn't have enough choice but looked at his hand and his razor sharp nails... He had no choice at all. He has to take that bullet out He placed his point finger with his thumb and moved his shoulder, towards him, looking at it. Splatter of blood were coming out from the wound, he would slowly inserted his fingers in, sharp nails in. Slightly crying, he directly inserted it, like as if he was doing a surgery to himself.
"Gyahhh!" His mouth opened widely, loud shouting and whimpering his pain out as his fangs would flash.
With his fingers inside at the back of his shoulder, he tried sinking his fingers all the way in, reaching for the bullet, finally he got the hold of it, quickly pulling it off and throwing it agains the other wall he faced. "Ugh!" The Italian painfully cried, getting a hold of his shoulder, clutching it. Slowly, he stood up and walked over at the wine the romanian left. He looked at it again... No memory triggered. Grabbed the wine glass, poured some wine and went back to where he was sitting, on the floor, laying his back against the wall. - Waiting for the other vampires to come.
