Derek summoned Dante, Dylan and Carlson to his study. They watched as he went through some old books on his table.
Among all the vampires in the mansion, they were the only ones of superior race and the only ones who were unaffected by the eclipse as well as the scent of Susan's blood.
Derek looked up from the books, giving them the cue to talk.
"Is it true? Those lowly things dared to lay their hands on the little angel?" Dylan flared.
Once he heard the news, he grew mad with rage. His anger burned like he was the one who was attacked.
"Where are those pests? I'd like to deal with them." Dante was even more furious.
His childlike stature didn't stop him from feeling the kind of rage a 100 year old vampire would feel in that kind of situation.
Most of all, he hated the lower class vampires and with what they did, he wanted to deal with them harshly.
"Quiet you two!" Derek ordered and they both stayed silent.
