Dominic slowly and very quietly turned his head as he noticed the shadow looming over him. The dread in his eyes was evident as he finally sighted the tall figure.
"You!" his voice thundered. "What the hell are you here for?"
"Care to explain what made you think you could touch my cousin?" said the eye-patch man as he winked at me. I couldn't smile any harder for my cheeks already hurt.
'Good one,' I complimented him.
'Anything to get you out of trouble and smiling like that,' he replied softly.
A glint of emotion passed his eye as he calmly looked down at the other man.
"I— I—" he stuttered as woeful dread washed over him, turning him as white as a ghost.
"What drove you to dress up as her friend and threaten her?" he growled, the tips of his fangs shimmering in the light.
"I was ordered by my master to do so," the replica said. "She doesn't belong here."
