Nikolas had been trying to keep calm, though it was proving more and more difficult as time went on. The man that had been in front of him before Nick had stepped in was someone that he had never expected to see again, a man who had been a part of the group he had been when he was first turned. The man who had been his maker's right hand, always there to torture him when he had the chance. Nikolas had panicked, and had Nick not grabbed him, he would have broken down and either hurt the other man or himself in the process. Now though, he was staring up at the other, his chest heaving. "Nick..."