He threw his head back and laughed at the clouds. "You can't kill us my friend. We're already dead. She's killed us once before. These body's are not our own. We're nothing but spirits borrowing the body of innocent people. What you do to us really happens to them. Think about it. How many of my men have you 'killed.' What ever the number is, thats how many humans you've slain."
He smirked and held Ana close to him, turning her head so her forehead was against his cheek. "I figured you were going to say that." He reached behind him with his free hand and pulled Diemian's blade from the sheath he stole. With a grin he put the razor blade edge to Ana's neck. "Which is why I made sure to keep this with me."
"Hey! What do you think your doing?!" A cloaked figure slid down the side of a building and leaped of to land in a crouch between the assailant, Ana and the Rev. His clothes fluttered and settled to the ground. He stood slowly, and, his face shrouded by shadow, looked at Ana. "Sorry. I got hung up."
He shook his head and laughed softly. "You idiot. I want you guys out of here so I can kill her off in peace. I'd like to get at least a little enjoyment out of this. Surrender or not she's gonna die. Speaking of which." He grinned and pushed the blade against Ana's neck, pulling it across her soft pale skin with one quick swipe.