Elias already knew where the rat was hiding. He instantly headed for Adeline's room. In the still of midnight, when even the Vampires retreated to their rightful places, he silently stormed down the hallways. His footsteps loudly echoed, a haunting melody of stealth and wrath.
He was not going to let the rat walk away, alive.
Elias grabbed the handle on Adeline's door. He pushed down, only to hear a soft "click." She had locked him out.
Cruel, cunning laughter danced through the silent corridors. So, she had finally learned her lesson. That was fine. He had the keys. This was his estate, his domain, his battlefield.
Elias clicked his tongue. To unlock the door or not, to respect her privacy or to violate it. He chose the former. Turning upon his heels, Elias headed straight for his room. It was a short walk down the hallway. He silently entered his room and brushed through the darkness.
"What an idiot."
