"Human blood, sometimes demon blood if I'm feeling nasty..." He gives Felix's neck a longing look.

"...Do you know what a Skymage is? Or more specifically, what a skymage with fire-colored wings can do?"

That's actually a good question, dreamshaped monster or not this is common knowledge.

"No idea, dude. I'm just out to eat somebody."

"Lethally?"

"It's no fun otherwise. Plus they might get ideas or something."

Felix tenses. "Yes, like going about their days without being made food. Have you considered a less objectionable diet?"

He makes a confused face and then just shakes his head.

"You talk too much!" He growls as he jumps at Felix, fangs poised to rip open his throat.

Of course he does. Felix flaps his wings, this causes him to move far away much further and faster than expected. After putting some distance he takes off and circles the vampire from the sky.

How does he react to a gust of impossibly hot wind? Enough to knock out a human unconscious from sheer heat alone.

He howls loudly, but doesn't seem to do anything else to him. He does start yelling obscenities at him.

Felix waits for a few moments, then starts to increase the temperature.

...eventually his clothes catch on fire and he screams.

And is suddenly impossibility enveloped in flame and -- dust. He seems to have exploded? imploded? into dust.

"No!" Felix screams and lands near the dust.

"No, no, no, no."

There's nothing he can do, not even his clothes survived.

The blue light of the Blockbuster shines down on him, the buzz of the electricity pulsing in rhythm. Felix is very alone here.

Felix eventually remembers that he needs to go to the police, but looking up at the Blockbuster reminds him that he must be in a pocket dimension. Maybe a new one? How? Fenris might know, he will figure out what's happening. Felix just needs to fly away from the edge of the dimension.

"I am sorry," Felix tells the dusty remains of the unrepentant killer.

He takes flight.

No matter how high he goes, there is no edge to the dimension. This just can't be. Did he time travel? To a Los Angeles where vampires don't know what skymages are?

There is another pang of agony from inside his chest, physical instead of emotional. Felix plummets and nearly crash lands on someone's roof. Barely, he manages to land on a sidewalk.

He's in a residential area, and it's the middle of the night. There isn't really any people around. Well, except a woman walking a very large dog and who is standing on the other side of the road from him.

"...you okay there?" they call out.

Felix is more than a bit startled, he looks up. He clearly has been crying. "Sorry, I am having... a weird night," says the clearly winged person.

"Looks like it, man. Can I help?"

"I... I don't know." Felix tries to swallow but his mouth is oddly dry. "I had an encounter with a vampire."

"...and you're alive to tell me about it. Is anyone else hurt? I have med training."

"I am unharmed and alive, but... I killed the vampire."

"Your first time?"

Felix shakes his head. "I mean, it was my first vampire."