Leif was tempted to roll his
eyes. This fledgling was truly an idiot to flaunt that to another vampyre.
Instead he said quietly, “You belong to someone very strong then.”
The fledgling grinned. “I
hang with him. I don’t ‘belong’ to him.”
“Ahh. I thought you called
him your master.”
“See how much you know.
That’s his title, what he calls himself, The Master.”
“Thinks a lot of himself then
doesn’t he? Does he live up to that title?”
By now the minion had
forgotten his prey. He dropped his hold on her to gesture as he told Leif,
“He’s all powerful. No one dares to go up against him, even the so-called
King.”
The woman, realizing she was
free, tried to flee only to find Leif’s hand on her arm. He spun her around
long enough to alter her memories before releasing her with the mental order to
run. And run she did, not looking back.
“You let her get away,” the
minion hissed.
“She wasn’t yours to feed
from. As I told you, this is my territory.”
“And as I said, I don’t give
a damn.”
“Do you think you can take
me, fledgling?”
The minion looked him over
before admitting that he probably couldn’t. “But The Master could in a
heartbeat.”
Leif smirked. “Oh really?
Big talk but I don’t see him here to prove your words.”
Boastfully the minion
replied, “I’ll set something up for you. Name the place and we’ll meet you
there.”
“Tomorrow night,” Leif said.
He thought for a minute before deciding on a vacant building he’d checked out
on Rampart St.
He told the minion how to find it and then turned to leave. A moment later he
swiveled back again. “If this master doesn’t show, the word will go out that
he’s a coward and not something as fearful as he apparently wants our kind to
believe. Enough said?”
“Oh yeah.” The minion
grinned. “This is going to be fun, watching him destroy you.”
“We’ll see,” is all Leif
said in reply as he walked away.
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