Luckily the guncotten he had gotten his hands on was not as powerful as he would have liked, he was mostly in it for a blast and flames. It might kill him before it kills her but like her, he was ready to die. he would rather die then live another night to be demented into begging that dried up husk that killed everything he loved.

"I am a vampire. Just think about it, it will make sense." He was pale, and never out in the day... The cut throats never challenged him either. He knew just with those words he betrayed everything he swore never to tell... but Phoebe was closer to Sabbat then Camarilla anyway. Matthew was the one that kept Dorian in line to the Cam's ways. "if we survive this night we must run from this place, and then I will explain it all. And yes, I am. Dorian Alexander Carver. Smith is her last name, I would not give her that satisfaction of holding my name. Not after what she did."

He lifted the blade as he moved standing near her. "Lift the blanket, if you fire pull it over you. we may be able to use it to get out. Unharmed. She and I are both very flamable so if she comes through that door, I want you to fire. She will go up in flames and then I will handle it. the fire hurts more then anything. This is your revenge for Christina."

He whispered before a soft knock came to the door.

"Oh Alexander, I hear you in there with your little whore. Open the door, do not make me come in after you." Her voice spoke dripping with Malice.

"Burn in hell." he hissed back.

"Oh, I never should have left you free. It is alright, once i kill your little whore you will be mine again as it always will be."