Melchior had been stalking the human for weeks, and he was growing restless. An ancient vampire, and a rich Duke with his claws in the shadowy criminal underworld, Melchior was used to getting what he wanted. Hidden in the shadows, red eyes aglow as the object of his obsession moved down the dimly lit alley, Melchior had been about to emerge when his prey was suddenly accosted by two large men. He was briefly surprised, until he was hit with a rage that set him running, "that's mine!"