Victor was excited. Leon had called him, said the needed to discuss plans, that they'd talk about it over dinner; Leon would cook. Victor almost jumped in the air and whooped after Leon canceled communications. As it was, Victor quickly walked to his closet and picked out his best clothes. Then he went to his jewelry cabinet and took out all his favorite piercings and bracelets.
Leaving his room, Victor made his merry way down the hall.
"You." a voice sounded from somewhere to his right. Turning his head slightly, Victor managed to glance at the intruder. A girl was standing in the shadows, he eyes glowing madly.
"Who are you?" asked Victor quietly. He wasn't worried, just curious.
"I'm someone who's going to kill you. You've sided with Leon; you have to die." she spat. "On your guard." with those words she yelled and ran straight for Victor, a knife in her hand.
Victor smirked and twisted his fingers. The girl stopped in mid lunge. "Now, sweetheart, I'm going to be really nice to you today. I can't get any blood on my clothes, so I'll kill you quickly."
The girls screamed in rage. "YOU BASTARD."
"Shhhhhhh" Victor put a finger to her lips and smiled, his fangs glinting in the half light. The girl's eyes bugged. She gasped for air, only to find there was none. A tear slipped down her face. Victor felt no pangs of guilt, after all she'd tried to kill him first. He bent his head a little and bit her neck.
Dabbing his lips, Victor stood up and viewed his work. Now that she was in the light Victor could make out her face and vaguely remembered her; Aibori or some such name. She'd been apart of Spati's little band. Whistling, Victor walked out of the hall and through a nearby door that opened on to a courtyard filled with delicately fragrant flowers. Simply beautiful. "I bet Leon wouldn't appreciate these beauties." he sighed and bent down to pick a orchid. Someone whistled behind him and Victor closed his eyes, holding back a groan. Not again!
"Who is it this time? Yet another misguided brat come to kill me? Trust these words, then; you won't live another minute if you cross me."
"Why would I cross such a lovely person? Have I mentioned red hair is my favorite?" a man's voice.
"Listen, mate. I'm not in the mood to cross words with anyone, so if you'll kindly piss of I'd-" Victor had gotten up and was turning around when he saw the speaker. "Well." he was a bit taken aback "hello."
