Their voices echo down the corridor to him, and Aramis spares a dart of a glance to Porthos' shape moving towards him, someone in his arms. If he can't dispatch these new vampires, Porthos will be leading them from one feeding den to another, and he pulls out his pistol, firing two shots that strike each vampire between the eyes. It's not the sort of noise he wanted to make, but the need was greater than that of discretion.

"Let me see," he says, hurrying forward to examine the woman in Porthos' arms. "Leave her, Athos needs you," he says, helping her down to the floor.