From their vantage place in
the shadows of the park across the street from the abandoned building, Trevor
and the others watched and mentally searched for the rogue and his minions. The
fact that no vampyre could shield itself from a dhampir would give them the
edge they just might need if the rogue was as powerful as they thought he might
be.
And that, Kemp had decided
even though he hadn’t voiced it, was a very big ‘if’. Why would someone who was
supposedly so powerful remain in hiding? Every vampyre he’d ever run into, and
that included the good ones as well as the bad, were more than willing to let
others know what powers they had. Be it for their own protection, to make
others fear them, or out of bravado to show off, they rarely concealed what
they were capable of doing. And yet this rogue had apparently never been seen
except by the two vampyres who called themselves his minions.
All right, so presuming he really is a Child of
Khalid’s as Rikard and Trevor believe, that does not mean he’s strong. At least
in theory. Khalid was undoubtedly the kind of vampyre who reveled in how many
he could turn and make his. Just suppose this rogue is using his heritage to
make others think… His thoughts were
interrupted when Rikard let them know that the rogue and his minions had
arrived.
“Leif and I will enter first
as planned, Trevor. You and Kemp follow once we have their attention.”
With that said Rickard and
Leif vanished from sight. Trevor gave them to the count of thirty to arrive at
their destination and then started across the street with Kemp close behind.
Both of them had their weapons out as they slipped through the shadows to the
rear of the building. Trevor signaled for Kemp to wait while he moved
cautiously through the rubble of the destroyed section of the back wall. He was
back moments later, murmuring so softly Kemp barely heard him, “If the kid in
there is the rogue, then he was turned when he was your age.”
Kemp nodded, mouthing, “Do
we go in now?”
Without replying Trevor
moved stealthily forward. Taking that as a ‘yes’ Kemp followed, every sense on
alert. As they entered the building they saw the two minions talking to Leif.
Leif’s response to whatever
they were saying was a sharp laugh of amusement as he jerked his thumb towards
a young, handsome vampyre who was standing a few feet to one side of the
minions. “This is the fearsome rogue that you follow like a pair of pups?”
“Do you doubt it?” one
minion hissed.
“Well, he is quite young,
still almost a boy.”
The rogue took a step
towards Leif. “In appearance, perhaps, but I am much older than I look.”
“The story has it that
you’re two hundred and fifty,” Leif shot back.
The rogue smiled tightly,
nodding.
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