Who: Vincent and all the baddies
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Vincent's Throne Room
What: Planning the Destruction of Vegas
Rating: No Telling
Status: Complete
Vincent sat slumped in a tall-backed chair made of carved wood, much like the ones he sat in during his days as a Danish warrior. His long blond hair hung loose except for the thick braids that framed his weathered face. Although he had lived as a modern businessman for centuries, Vincent had returned to his former glory with the changes that had allowed the mighty ‘Blood Drinker’ to come from behind his mask and take lordship of the town of Reno.
His hazel eyes had a far-away look to them as he considered his recent plans. The presence of his sire, Baruti, in deep torpor had clenched his decision. With the ancient vampire’s blood to strengthen his warriors, nothing could stop him from taking the gem of the now crippled world.
Las Vegas, the city that was ruled by his older vampiric siblings, The Sanguine.
One finger tapped the arm of his chair as he considered when and where to make his first move. He would begin by taking the town from within. With his powers to control younger vampires and lycans, he would surprise the city with vicious attacks by their very own. Then, while Las Vegas was unbalanced, focused on the problem within, he would lead his army to destroy those remaining, taking the humans and lycans as his slaves. He would show the world and his sire who was the more powerful.
A young lycan boy, a werewolf, crawled on his belly toward Vincent, disrupting his grand schemes of domination. Although the boy brought him the blood mead he had ordered, the Danish vampire delivered a crushing kick to the boy’s side, a resounding snap echoed in the hall as the boy’s ribs gave way to Vincent’s leather boot, causing mead to run mingle with blood on the fine wood floor.
“Jeg river hovedet af dig og skider dig ned i halsen!” Vincent jumped from his seat and yelled at the boy who whimpered at his feet, “Clean up this mess!” Then glancing around for another servant, he called, “Bring my mead and try not to spill it this time!”
Dropping back into his chair, he glanced over to the ornamented table that sat in one corner, the table which held his sire. Baruti had been ancient when he had sired Lucian and his siblings in Greece. Vincent had been in luck when he had stumbled upon his master’s tomb. Baruti’s blood had given Vincent amazing strength he realized, watching the lycan boy squirm in a growing puddle of blood. The vampire realized with a dark chuckle that he had kicked through the boy’s ribs and burst open internal organs.
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