"You dare threaten the Patriarch!" The blonde forward, but was halted by the dark-haired one.
"Very well, we've said our peace. Let's go, Vaclav."
The blonde hissed once before the pair went out the door. The dark-haired one casually took out a cell.
"They didn't go for it. Right. Understood." he hangs out. "Alright gentlemen, torch it."
A group of vampires suddenly exit a van parked outside the bar. They light a few molotov cocktails and throw them at the bar.
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