From the height of The Grace Hotel, Dorian and his harem looked down over the city, dying light drawing a last breath before nightfall. They could see movement on the rooftops, figures leaping and diving in exuberant but untrained acrobatics.
“Look at them Claudia. Our children prosper.”
“Perhaps a little too much.”
“That is worrisome I admit.”
“And they forget who is their master.”
“They can not forget something they’ve never known.”
“They think Lex is their master.”
“No.” Dorian stretched his legs over the side of his floating bedroom. “He may be their patron, but he has little control over them. It will be most easy to bring them to the fold.”
“Do you think Elena will obey you?”
“I’m not sure what choice she has. She’ll call to Lex to either do as I say or to warn him. Either way I’ll know.”
“And what about all of them? Those vamps.” She pointed in disgust at the fleas leaping over the city. “Haven’t you let this go on long enough?”
“Oh, Claudia, Claudia. You worry too much.”
“You are scheming something Dorian and you are not telling us what it is.”
“Darling, you are absolutely right.” He looked down again, then making a decision, redressed himself in a tight fitted suit. “And perhaps you are right twice. Maybe I have let them forget who the master is for too long.”
Arms stretched invitingly to the sprawl of city, Dorian glided from his aerie, descending leisurely yet directly to an apartment rooftop where some of Lex’s spawn were playing. The vamps dashing about paused in their exercise—a game of taunt, pushing a well-periled young man between them and laughing at his attempts to run.
The laughter stopped at the sight of the Elder, they have never seen anyone fly before. Dorian landed in the centre of the ring, putting an end to their game by quickly dividing their prey like a roast chicken.
At first the vamps were impressed, some clapping and cheering his flight and with respect to his brutal dispensation of their toy. Who was this who had joined them? Dorian in his sharp dark suit chose one out from the group, indicating with two fingers to come closer. And thus the slaughter began. A master educating students.
Those watching from neighbouring buildings saw their gang divided and quartered with speed and efficiency. His last victim, tendons ragged, bones shattered, was staked against a steaming air conditioner his last words nothing but blood-drowned whimpers. Dorian had only saved him for the taste.
A quick slice of his nail, and he licked the flavour of him from his finger, appreciating the information he needed. This one wasn’t from around here, he’d travelled from the other side of the country—so that was where Lex had been recruiting. That boy was cleverer than he gave him credit for. Not clever enough to save himself, but he certainly had the guile to pursue Dorian’s plans with the unwitting abandon of a pawn.
As an afterthought he spared the vamp he had pinned and carried him back to the aerie for his mistresses. If they were worried before, they could be more worried now, should he tell them it was needless? No, not yet. He rather enjoyed their fretting.
“Look at them Claudia. Our children prosper.”
“Perhaps a little too much.”
“That is worrisome I admit.”
“And they forget who is their master.”
“They can not forget something they’ve never known.”
“They think Lex is their master.”
“No.” Dorian stretched his legs over the side of his floating bedroom. “He may be their patron, but he has little control over them. It will be most easy to bring them to the fold.”
“Do you think Elena will obey you?”
“I’m not sure what choice she has. She’ll call to Lex to either do as I say or to warn him. Either way I’ll know.”
“And what about all of them? Those vamps.” She pointed in disgust at the fleas leaping over the city. “Haven’t you let this go on long enough?”
“Oh, Claudia, Claudia. You worry too much.”
“You are scheming something Dorian and you are not telling us what it is.”
“Darling, you are absolutely right.” He looked down again, then making a decision, redressed himself in a tight fitted suit. “And perhaps you are right twice. Maybe I have let them forget who the master is for too long.”
Arms stretched invitingly to the sprawl of city, Dorian glided from his aerie, descending leisurely yet directly to an apartment rooftop where some of Lex’s spawn were playing. The vamps dashing about paused in their exercise—a game of taunt, pushing a well-periled young man between them and laughing at his attempts to run.
The laughter stopped at the sight of the Elder, they have never seen anyone fly before. Dorian landed in the centre of the ring, putting an end to their game by quickly dividing their prey like a roast chicken.
At first the vamps were impressed, some clapping and cheering his flight and with respect to his brutal dispensation of their toy. Who was this who had joined them? Dorian in his sharp dark suit chose one out from the group, indicating with two fingers to come closer. And thus the slaughter began. A master educating students.
Those watching from neighbouring buildings saw their gang divided and quartered with speed and efficiency. His last victim, tendons ragged, bones shattered, was staked against a steaming air conditioner his last words nothing but blood-drowned whimpers. Dorian had only saved him for the taste.
A quick slice of his nail, and he licked the flavour of him from his finger, appreciating the information he needed. This one wasn’t from around here, he’d travelled from the other side of the country—so that was where Lex had been recruiting. That boy was cleverer than he gave him credit for. Not clever enough to save himself, but he certainly had the guile to pursue Dorian’s plans with the unwitting abandon of a pawn.
As an afterthought he spared the vamp he had pinned and carried him back to the aerie for his mistresses. If they were worried before, they could be more worried now, should he tell them it was needless? No, not yet. He rather enjoyed their fretting.
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