"You didn't fuckin' bring anyone back for me?!" Eridan Ampora slammed his fist on the table in front of him, fury in his eyes that were hidden behind hipster glasses. "Kan, Vris, you both knoww wwe're runnin' low on blood."

Kanaya looked at her blonde haired hunting partner, Vriska Serket. Vriska slowly grinned at Kanaya, completely ignoring Eridan's lecture.

"Vris! Are you listenin'?!" Eridan snapped in front of Vriska's face, attempting to capture her attention.

"Well, if you were worried about running low on blood, maybe you shouldn't have started the apocalypse," Vriska mused, staring at her chipped nails. "Oh, that buck-toothed boy made me break a nail!"

Eridan groaned and put his face in his hands. "You know this wwasn't my choice. Dualscar started it."

"I'm glad I have a cool ancestor," Vriska smirked. Kanaya stepped on Vriska's foot.

"Ow! Kanaya!" Vriska hissed.

Kanaya glared at Vriska. "Be kind."

"Aren't British people supposed to be cold and heartless?" Vriska grumbled, returning the glare.

"You Americans and your stereotypes," Kanaya rubbed her temples at the younger vampire. Kanaya tried not to snap at the blonde; she was only a few years old. Yes, she was physically eighteen years old, but she'd only been a vampire for about three or four years. Kanaya was centuries old.

"This is the third time a group has failed me…" Eridan muttered.

"You mean Jane's team didn't catch anything?" Vriska whispered. Eridan shook his head.

"The hunters are smarter and more determined," Eridan closed his eyes, then revealed, "It's time to let…him out."