It was a bloody scene. The girl was dead, James could tell even before he arrived. Her heartbeat had faded to stopping. As he walked upon them, he saw three older vampires surrounding the cooling corpse, holding it between them and passing her around to share in the meal.
James' expression as he came towards them was blank, but there was an anger growing in the pit of his stomach. This would not bode well if his sire found out other vampires were here, poaching off the humans in James' coven's territory. He had to do something about this and he had to do it now before Paxton saw it.
"Pardon me," he spoke up, interrupting the feeding. Three sets of eyes turned towards the Weatherby heir who calmly clasped his hands behind his back and stood, feet shoulder width apart and head up. "But I do believe you're trespassing. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave and never come back."
Startled by the appearance of someone else, having been lost in the feeding, the three strangers looked up and growled. One of them tossed the lifeless girl aside. "Scuse you? Just who the fuck do you think you are, kid?"
"I'm glad you asked. I'm James Weatherby, leader of the coven at St. Margaret's Academy. I'm sorry, chaps, but you really should go. This area is already claimed."
There was a pause before a chorus of laughter broke out among the three vampires. One of them stepped forward while the other two fanned out on either side of James. "This is cute. A student of hoity toity vamp boarding school trying to get us to clear out. We didn't come all this way just to dine and dash. I think it's you who should be clearing the fuck out, fangling puppy dog, before we make you lap up the blood splatters on our boots."
James' expression didn't change as he became surrounded, his gaze fixed on the leader's eyes. "I really think you should reconsider. Our coven is over fifty strong. And you know how hard it is to control fanglings when their sires aren't around. I'd hate for there to be a blood bath among kin."
With a push, James sent that very image into the vampire's mind. Bodies of his small group being torn apart by members of the Academy coven, ripped to shreds before a wooden stake was driven straight through their torsos and their dead hearts.
The man stumbled backwards. "Fuck, leave him," he grunted, shaking his head. "It's not worth it. Let's move."
Fast as shadows, the vampires dispersed with hisses and growls, departing into the night and leaving James standing by himself. The young vampire breathed a sigh.