Two more boring, frustrating
nights passed before Leif finally found what he was looking for. He’d stayed
away from Kemp and Trevor---making contact only by phone---just in case the rogue
or his minions were indeed watching Kemp. If they were they were definitely
playing a waiting game. But then, if the rogue was searching for Khalid’s
killers he probably knew that more than the pair of dhampir were involved, and
wanted to find the others as well.
On the fourth night Leif
decided to expand his search area. He crossed Canal St. to the casino and its environs—a
prime source for victims he though. Catch someone coming out, lead them down
towards the river with its many dark areas and dine to your heart’s content.
He had called it correctly
on that factor, spotting two of his kind taking advantage of the location. Not
the two he wanted, however. So he strolled on, searching.
And then he felt it, the
signature of one of his targets. This time he had no intention of loosing him.
Wrapping himself in darkness, masking what he was, Leif raced after him,
dodging the humans that filled the streets. Bumping into one would only slow
him down and scare the shit out of them, as he was invisible to the human eye
now.
Turning the corner he saw
his target halfway down the street, his arm around the waist of a woman while he
steered her toward an alley behind one of the hotels. Leif slowed his pace as
he followed them. The minion dragged his prey a few yards into the alley and
pushed her up against the wall, clamping his hand over her mouth to mask her
startled cry.
Leif dropped his shielding
as he walked slowly towards them. The minion looked up and snarled before
dipping his head, his elongated fangs pressing against the woman’s jugular.
Reaching them just before the minion could bite into the woman; Leif said to
him, “You’re poaching in my territory.”
The minion hissed angrily,
gripping the woman’s bared throat tightly with one hand as he turned to tell
Leif, “I feed when I want, where I want.”
“Then you are breaking the
Laws,” Leif pointed out.
“The Laws?” The minion
sneered. “We don’t follow any laws.”
“Oh really?” Leif shifted
his stance, pressing one hand against the wall beside the woman’s head as he
looked down at the minion. “What makes you so special?”
“The Master. He does what he
pleases when he pleases and no one has the power to stop him.”
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