Owen's not exactly up on his folklore, but he doesn't think he's ever read anything about this particular consequence of driving a stake into a vampire's heart. He thinks he remembers something about people supposedly decapitating them and being sure to rebury the pieces away from each other, but nothing, nothing about this.

"Well this is a fine fucking mess," Owen says, and at least his mouth was closed when it all happened, so he doesn't feel like he's gotten any in there. Thank God for small consolations.

Still, though they've set out to do what they intended-- even if it didn't happen in a way that either of them predicted it would-- there's the matter of getting out of Obsidian without being seen. Not the easiest thing in the world to do when you're covered in blood.