Slowly, Warwick eases himself to his feet, feeling the vigor of his unlife and revelling in it. As he realises he has nowhere to be tonight, his mind begins to swim with the things he can do. He gazes at his phone and thinks about his wife, imagining seeing her, informing her of what happened to him. She's always been as depraved as he, and he imagines the thought of him using his powers on her, dominating her will, would turn her on more than anything. And his daughters...oh his daughters... He licks his lips. Recallng Siti's words, he decides not to test her, as he's probably being observed. He'll have to convince her to let him see his family later. For now, his mind turns to Karen, and his unfinished business with her daughter.
Warwick chuckles. Oh, how he's going to punish her for this...
He stands perfectly still, waiting for her to peek out properly. She does, but he keeps still. Then, the moment arrives. As she turns her head, probably checking to make sure he's not creeping up behind her, he make his move. He pushes forward, bulk assisted by vampiric strength, sending the door slamming into her, followed by his body. Sending her tumbling to the ground, Warwick catches the bat before it falls, kicking the door closed behind him. "Now what were you planning to do with this, I wonder?" He grins widely.
"Oh come now, let's not be ridiculous." Warwick chuckles, following along, using his speed to grab her by the hair. "After all, if I lose interest in you..." He shoves the blonde against the wall. "I'll start taking an interest in your daughter Stacy..."
"I guess you want me and Stacy to get well acquainted, hmm?" Warwick chuckles, squeezing her wrist, threatening to break it, until the scissors drop from her hand. "She always was so...engaged in my class. Dropping by my office to...talk...about her grades. If I wasn't busy with other girls at the time, I'd have already fucked that flirtatious minx." He stares Karen in the eye. "Stacy, or you. Who am I going to fuck? Make the decision."