The flames in the torches softly wavered against the wind that drifted from the forest where the council had been built. The corridors of the council building were deserted, and it appeared to look quiet from the outside.
In one of the council rooms that belonged to the Head of the Inner Circle, Vincent now sat in front of Clayton, where the young-looking vampire looked displeased. It was because he noticed the blood stains on Vincent's clothes. Clayton grimly questioned,
"Whom did you kill this time?"
"Some low level vampires who didn't have the ability to listen. I had to kill them to save an innocent human," responded Vincent, taking one last drag from his cigar that he had lit earlier before pressing the tip of it on the ashtray.
A frown appeared on the young-looking vampire. It was because he knew there was more to it and said, "I am surprised. Who is that fortunate or unfortunate human?"
