Sebastian dragged Vincent to the nearest village. He pushed him forward and then let go. Vincent stared, wondering what his plan was, and walked forward. Well, at least he didn't have to worry about finding this place on his own. But he also had no money to work with. He walked around, looking for clues and things about their culture, but he didn't have to worry about that for long. 

All it took was a subtle whisper. Sebastian appeared behind someone and muttered in their ear. "Look at that blue hair. It's unnatural." Just a simple phrase and then he disappeared into the shadows. The humans did the rest for him. The human told the one next to him, and that one told the one next to her. They did this ultimately until the phrase turned into something different. 

"He must be a witch!" one-pointed and shouted at Vincent. He was stunned and paused all movement. He froze, wondering if he heard that right, but it was repeated. 

"His hair is unnatural! He can't be anything but a witch!" another shouted and pointed as well. Then a group surrounded him. "Burn the witch! Burn the witch!" they shouted. 

"This...could be very bad..." Vincent muttered. 

Indeed, it was. They jumped on him and tied him with rope. They gathered wood and made a pole to strap him to. He struggled against his bonds and looked down at the growing pile of sticks. "This is very bad," he muttered again. 

Sebastian watched from a distance, as the smell of humans became too much for him, and smirked. Vincent noticed him in the corner of his eye but couldn't fathom why he would want this to happen. Revenge for Adrian making a fool of him? Maybe there was more to it. 

"I always said I would go out with a bang, but I didn't mean being burned alive," Vincent frowned. He sighed and then stared up at the sky. He couldn't tell if the sun was rising or setting. He just knew he missed the eternal darkness surrounding the castle. He closed his eyes and began to feel the warmth of the flame. An image of Adrian's pained expression crossed his thoughts. 

"Vincent!" he opened his eyes to see Adrian in the distance, getting closer, without a care about the other humans. He didn't ask him why he left, that thought had disappeared. The concern and the frustration with Vincent blew in the wind when he saw the stake. 

The flames grew at a considerable rate. Vincent tried to avoid them and struggle against his bindings. He scooted up the pole as best as he could. Wait. No. This was the best time to leave Adrian behind officially, wasn't it? Maybe if he died...things would be okay. Adrian could mourn him and find a new mate. The vampires would be happy. "Adrian!" Vincent shouted. His eyes produced tears only to be swept away by the wind. "I love you!" he shouted at the top of his lungs and disappeared into the nothingness. A gust of smoke whipped around him as the flames burned brighter and hotter. All Adrian could see was smoke and flame, no body, and assumed the flames were hot enough to burn Vincent away in an instant. 

Grief flooded over him and Sebastian stood behind him. His brain was too broken to put two and two together. He screamed, wailing, and sobbed as he fell to his knees. Sebastian knelt down also, placing his hands on Adrian's shoulders. "Humans are foul," he whispered into his ear, "they should not be forgiven for this." 

Converting his sorrow into rage, Adrian stood up and glared at the village as his eyes twitched. A cool mist soon fell, summoned by him. His glowing eyes scared the humans shitless. "We've summoned the devil because of serving justice to the witch!" they muttered to each other. 

"I shall help you avenge your loved one," Sebastian smirked and threw off his cloak behind him. 

"They will pay," Adrian's eye twitched as his fangs grew in length. "All of them will pay." 

"Humanity is foul," Sebastian's own eyes lit up, satisfied with this reaction. "Why should you stop your rage here?" he grabbed the closest human to him and smashed their head into his knee, killing them in one hit. 

Adrian ignored him, for now, wandering through the village and stabbing people's eyes out. He would sometimes rip gashes with his teeth or run his hand through their torso. He didn't care how they died, only that they did die, and just as Sebastian wished, his vengeance was not quenched with one small village. 

Angel and Grell stared a the scene. The two of them had returned to find an empty castle and followed the scent of blood here. "Do you still believe that our darling boy is innocent?" Angel snapped at Grell.

"I was really hoping he would be," Grell sighed. "What are we to do? The devil's sunk his teeth into him." 

"He won't listen to us in this state..." Angel shook his head. 

"I don't have a love for humans but this is kind of..." Grell moved her foot away from the pool of blood inching closer to her. 

"We know how this ends," Angel gestured to the village. "This ends with Dracula's death and humans getting stronger. We have to stick close to him to stop that from happening." 

"If you insist," Grell reluctantly agreed. 

"Are you saying you want our darling boy to die?" Angel gasped. 

"No, I'm saying that Sebastian might not keep us around long enough to protect him...mourning does dangerous things to the brain, you know?" Grell sighed.