My eyes lit up at the sight of poor little Naomi cradled in her mother’s hands at Monticello. I could sense the rise of Va’lis’ rage as he turned on his heel. I demanded of Cherry to lock down the line in Monticello to get all the Razele’s in the house immediately! I followed Va’lis out as he ported over to Zento. We looked around and found traces of a fight just outside the city by the docks… we followed it.
Finally, a large pool of blood that I could smell was Isonu’s greeted us at the edge of the south western shore. Va’lis stopped. “They’re gone… and took him.” he said. “But he’s alive, right?” I paused for a moment, “Right? Va’lis.” He stopped looking over the water, “Yes, I feel him still.” With that, I started to strip to my bare necessities, Va’lis stood looking into the water, where you could see the traces of blood into the mist. He looked to me, “What are you doing?” As I unbuckled my Gucci skirt letting it drop on the grass revealing my armor, “What does it look like I am doing? I am going after them!” Va’lis shook his head, “I am afraid I cannot let you do that.” “Let me, Va’lis,” I smirked; he sighed. He knew he couldn’t physically stop me, “Go fetch Flavius, Cassius too. I’ll need our elder vampires.” He just looked at me, as I walked backwards towards the edge of the water…. I disappeared into the water.
Eyes darker than obsidian gazed back at himself from the mirror, it had been days since he last fed and the low flickering light of the nearby candle throwing shadows across the emotionless face as he slowly hung up his cloak and armor. Blues and blacks, several shades of each, had never before so clearly illustrated his mood today. A new threat, wary allies and always his own wariness.
