My Little Ventrue Pt. 02 Ch. 03

"... or I'm just angry that he's demanded patience." He chewed his teeth until it hurt, and squeezed his eyes shut. Memories of the Bishops and priests turning to ash in a slaughter were always there, even fifty years later. It ate at him, and it demanded justice. Maybe that was why? No patience for revenge? "Why didn't Lucas take advantage of the secrecy? I woke him at the perfect time, fifty years of patience, and he didn't use it to take revenge. Why?" Why did Lucas waste half a century of his childe's misery?

He mulled over it, chewed on it, until he forgot he was covered in blood. His sword needed to be replaced and his clothes too, but he knew himself enough to know he was stuck in his mind. He couldn't move until he'd made sense of his own feelings.

At least normally that was true, but he jumped up and turned around with sword in hand like someone had jammed a tazer into his ass.

Someone was there.

"Who the—" He cut himself off. Talk less. Control the situation. Someone was up on the old tavern's roof and he couldn't see them.

And that meant it was someone strong. No one could hide from his sight. No one.

He stepped forward, sword drawn, and started to scope out the rooftop. Deep in the underbelly of the city, the sky wasn't as washed out by the lighting, which was great for vampires stalking prey. And for many, they thought it meant they could hide from the prying eyes of their betters.

"But not from me," Damien said, voice so quiet he could barely hear himself. He kept his short sword at the ready at his side; he'd already accidentally let them know that he knew someone was there. So he crept around, eyes peeled, and with a belly full of sheep's blood he had more than enough power in him to rip apart whoever was spying on him to silence them.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Only silence greeted him though. He'd felt eyes on him, he knew it, but now there was nothing there except the silence of the night. He grit his teeth, hid himself to the shadows, and faded away into the black. There was no use pursuing the issue soaked in blood, even with the inner-beast's ability to hide a Kindred's face from cameras. It was too dangerous, so he retreated, and sped back to the underground nest of the new Lancea et Sanctum.

He couldn't remember exactly what he'd said when talking to himself. Nothing incriminating, nothing important. Maybe?

Everything had been going according to plan. He prayed he didn't just screw it up.