Darkness caressed the walls of the ancient Victorian style mansion, no matter the time of day. The residents of that building was never normally seen at any given time, so the people who lived in that neighborhood assumed the place was vacant, except for the gardener that was almost always there, circling the premises like a mindless ghost as he went about his work. Behind those walls were the screams of the living being tortured by the soul less entities known locally as vampires, or their hated name, blood suckers. They roamed the halls in silence, lived in the walls like louses, fed on the poor unfortunate souls of the world like leeches. And they were proud. So proud. Proud of their sick, unsatiable hunger and lifestyle. Proud of the screaming beings they capture and tortured for fun. The full moon has passed...Below ground level, tunnels were dug under the house and made into luxurious rooms and cells to satisfy their needs and accommodate newly made spawns. But today, for the sake of fun, tonight, the vampires partied within the bottom of the house, several young men and women were chained to the middle of the room, encased in a glass cage. Chairs, tables and lounges were placed around the cage for the higher of the clansmen only for seating purposes. By the stroke of midnight, they poured into the room laughing and talking amongst themselves as they took seats. Some ventured towards the glass cage, scrapping at it to scare its captives. At the back of the room, the Clans Master stood with his Deputy, his second in command and right hand.
"What say you, Bane?" The leader questioned, gesturing towards the cage at the terrified souls inside. "Do you see any that is to your liking?"
Bane shook his head. "Not at all. They all seem too weak. But what I try to understand is why you still haven't given any orders for the recapturing of that sinful being that dares to walk among the humans and pretend to be one of them?"
"Patience, friend. I sent two of our weakest to test the waters."
"And?"
The master averted his eyes, watching one of the humans sit alone in one corner of the cage, not at all panicked. "And I received their heads as a small gift for my trouble."
Bane glared at him, quietly. This must be a joke. But sure enough, the sadistic nature of his leader was strong in his voice and actions. The loss of two of his own creations was far from a concern to him. It was more like a feel of climax to him, an extreme amusement to watch the so called strong fall. Is that why he so badly wanted the head of his niece on a silver platter? There was no telling.
"Marcus, I wish to know, how are you planning to deal with her? She is nothing but a thorn in our side."
"My lord." A tall, lanky male covered from head to toe ventured into their little circle, falling to his knees in respect to his superiors.
"Speak," Marcus answered in a quite amused tone. "Good news?"
"I wouldn't say so..."
Bane shared a confused look with his boss, the cogs in his brain already cooking up some possibilities of what this bad news could be.
"I followed her like you said. I believe she knew that I was there but I'm not too sure about that. She ventured onto wolf territories and was somehow chosen as the suitable mate for the alpha of that pack. I watched her transform."
"Why did you not bring back the severed head of one of their members? You dare to let those mutts get away with it?" Enraged, Marcus lifted the spy by his throat until his feet no longer touched the floor. "Bane, take over this waste of time. I shall have a little chat with my favorite assassin."
The deputy nodded, leaving the two alone immediately. Marcus disappeared from the eyes of the residents, pushing his assassin through a corridor that lead to foul smelling cells. Some of the cells were being washed thoroughly by troublers, disobedient vampires being punished for their crimes. Some of them still held decomposing bodies, some further along than others. He was led into a rather clean one with a single chair.
"Have a seat," Marcus grinned, pointing at the only chair in the center of the room. The assassin did as he was told. "Tell me what you know."
"I told you all I know, my lord." He answered on the softer tone. Even if he had whispered, his clan master would have had no problem hearing his answer. "She has joined forces with a lowly wolf pack. Is that not something to worry about? She's already stronger than us, what makes you think..."
"You talk too much," Marcus hissed, taking long strides over to where he sat. He ripped the black mask from his face before shoving his hand inside his mouth and pulling his head backwards until his cheeks separated and his head was no longer fastened to his body. In utter frustration, he threw the severed head at the wall hard hard enough for it to splash like a rotten fruit against it.
"He was right, you know."
"Be quiet! I know what we have gotten ourselves into allowing that abomination to roam freely, worst of all joining with our sworn enemies! I know!" Marcus punched the closest wall to him in frustration before breezing pass his deputy and back to where the festivities are high. He immediately switched his scowl for a prideful smirk once he was back within the sights of the others. For all his deputy knew, they had no plan as to what they were to do about her. She was difficult to fight or even capture when she was alone. Now, she had a full werewolf pack behind her, and knowing her bloodline and strength, she was bound to take over by ways of defeating their current alpha. Her plan was more solid, unless, it was no plan, but fate. How long before The Guild would finally fall with such a leader as Marcus? It surely won't be long...