It was far too fucking late, too late to retract from the puncture wounds Roman had inflicted upon on the poor woman that was sprawled out upon the cold pavement - The copper liquid lacing on his tongue, intoxicating the Upir had become like a personal drug, not wanting to ever stop, and yet as the mixture of guilt and satisfaction had coursed through the man's body, letting him decide on whether to stop or continue, Godfrey had always chosen the latter... Fucking toxic Upir's.
The Godfrey Mill was somewhere only Roman would seek out whenever he had gotten hungry, or had given in, as he'd call it. Dr. Pryce was always the one to blame when he had ever informed that he had to wait for the next formula of plasma - Yet by now Roman was far too gone to go back to his old ways of 'trying', despite always wanting to, that was the curse he had always have to live with.
As the Upir began to move the corpse into an area which he could leave for Pryce to sort out, he heard echoes emitting throughout the dismal building, his green hues widened and his crimson stained plump lips parted, he looked like a lost little lamb, which looked so humorous on the visage of a monster like he had become. After a few moments of gawking out to see if he could at least see whatever had made the sounds, Roman brought a large hand to his lips, rubbing off all the blood he could, making it all seem like he had been completely devoured by someone whom wore red lipstick. He straightened his black leather jack and pulled the collar around his neck, hoping to at least look presentable no matter who the hell had invaded the Mill.
Darting out from the corner and into the main area of it all, the Upir picked up a familiar scent that lingered in the air around him, it was getting more intoxicating the more he had seemed to of made way to the entrance. Then - That's what his large predatory eyes had met not one, but it looked pretty much like a few people idling about - if not, crashing the place. This irked the man, he wouldn't of normally cared for shit like this back when he was at Hemlock High, but after taking on the reigns, sole beneficiary and what have you, he saw himself more superior than others, and that had consumed his arrogant mind that he now owned Hemlock Grove entirely.
Stumbling out and wavering his hands at the intruders, Roman furrowed his brows "What the hell are you shitheads doing?...You know this is fucking trespassing, right?" Which was funny...Because to them, Godfrey seemed to done exactly that. Pupils were still dilated from the blood he consumed prior and it was pretty obvious his shirt that was thankfully covered from his jacket, was a mess too, he only hoped the others wouldn't notice.
