"There's something 'special' about the blood of an Alpha, especially to the ones it sired," he said. Then, he turned to Vasili, "I know you helped my son, and I know you are new to our world, come." The ancient Vampire gestured for them to follow him into his living room.
Vasili couldn't help but notice the visible relief that washed over Elias. The Vampire rolled his shoulders back in a more carefree manner and actually broke into a smile.
As they walked, Vasili's eyes were drawn to the grandeur of the throne that Elias' father had been sitting upon—it was, without a doubt, a sight to behold.
Approached by servants in uniform, they were waved off by Elias' father as they arrived. He sat in a fine leather chair, crossed his legs, and commanded, "Recount the night's events."
Elias nodded and began his story, "I was walking to my car from the club, The Night's Delights. And I noticed the smell of dog in the air. Naturally, I assumed it was some Mutt trying to join the Dragos, or maybe a hothead was mad that I danced with his girl." He sighed, "I stop and look around. Nobody was there. So, I get freaked out. But then I FELT it. Their intent started making the skin on my neck crawl. So, I did the smart thing. I ran away."
Elias sighed, "But there were too many of them." Shaking his head, he continued, "I should have looked UP. Because, there they were, 10 Mutts on top of the roof and overpass."
"They jumped down, and I am instantly cut off. My only way is through them, so I move toward my car, but one of them grabbed my coat during the dash." He continued shakily, "They pulled out a machete and tried to cut my head off."
Elias' father's eyes rippled, and the once "normal" man became a monstrous figure, as black veins wriggled like living mascara underneath his skin. A deep and powerful red glow emitted from his eyes, the dim lighting of the room making the scene even more impactful.
The regal monster blinked a few times, making his true nature hide away once more, and then he gestured for his son to continue.
"So, Dad, my head is mostly still attached because I pulled away from the cut. But they used a stake to try to Desiccate me." Elias shrugged, "I must have gotten lucky because the stake didn't stop me like it should have."
That information made a frown appear on his father's face, "The stake didn't Desiccate you?" He paused in thought, downright perplexed by the situation, 'How is that possible? There is no way even a Rabid Mutt screws that up. Something is wrong.', With that nagging thought in mind, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.
The phone was on speaker as a deep voice answered, "What'd'ya want, bloodsucker?" The man's almost jovial tone made it clear he hadn't received the news, and then the Vampire began, "This is High Alpha, Vladimir von Dragos. I am drafting a formal inquiry to the council and temporarily halting my Declaration of War."
Scrambling could be heard on the other side of the phone, water sloshed as the man came close to the microphone, "Declaration of WAR?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"
Vladimir sighed, "My sole Heir, Elias von Dragos, Prince of Darkness, was attacked this evening. By his recount, a cohort of 10 Werewolves attempted and failed an assassination. What say thee!?"
The man grumbled and began to type harshly on the phone, making thudding noises as he attempted to get answers.
A few moments passed before he spoke, "I am getting reports that you are on a war footing. Is that correct?" The man gulped and sounded nervous as he tried to control the situation.
Eventually, the man began to ramble, "Look. I ain't afraid of you and yours, but I wouldn't stoop to assassination of the kid. That's basically suicide. We all know you love your boy too much to bear losing him. My apologies for being so frank, but he is pretty much the only person we wouldn't target." The man sighed and said, "Hell, targeting him might trigger a damn Race-war." then he realized, "FUCK!"
Vladimir nodded and muttered softly, "Get back to New York City." Someone was trying to generate unrest, but they didn't know what they were doing.
The leader on the phone began to curse in a Southern accent when Vladimir hung up. Then he commanded, "THERE ARE SABOTEURS AT WORK. NO DEATHS SHALL BEFALL OUR CONSCIENCE TONIGHT. LET IT BE KNOWN, THE VAMPIRES CONTROL THE NIGHT!"
The command came out as a soundwave, rattling the glassware around the room, men and women calling out and affirming around the floor.
Vlad turned to Sebastian, "Call a meeting of the Vampiric High Alphas. We have a task set before us."
Elias waited to interject, "Father, I want to help."
Vlad smiled, "I am glad, Son. But you already have a quest before you." He gestured softly toward Vasili, "Guide your new Blood Brother into our world. Get him acquainted with our way of life, then you can help."
Elias nodded, "Wise as always, Father."
Vladimir chuckled, breaking his unfathomable demeanor, "I didn't become the High Alpha of our family by ripping out throats. If you are ready to become an Alpha, then you need to be able to lead our people."
He stood, grabbing his son's hands, "You fell down and skinned your knee. Now, RISE! And become a VAMPIRE." Hissing, he began to laugh at his own dramatics, "Haha, I have wanted to say that to you for Centuries. I am so glad I finally got to."
Elias and Sebastian chuckled along with him, the fatherly attitude becoming increasingly evident.
He clapped his son on the shoulders and gave him one last piece of wisdom, "You should have your friend tested before you show him the club scene. His metamorphosis is complete, and he might be ahead of you!"
Laughing at the expression on his son's face, he marched off to take the Night.
Sebastian and Elias looked at Vasili, who was silently sitting there. They could feel the heat radiating from his body.
It began happening when the Vampire used his voice to make sound waves. Something inside of him was awake.