Travis about the death of Joseph. While in the world of the vampire it was more or less a kill or be killed type of existence, the death of one of the King s favoured would not be taken lightly. No one but Nigel's elite group would ever know of the vampire's death; however, considering the tension between the two vampire bloodlines it was necessary to inform them. Just in case.
He had yet another ulterior motive for calling them to his office. Nigel needed serious relationship advice. The way that Lacey screamed at him, the way she called him a monster - the exact words he had feared he'd hear - still lingered in his head. She had such fear in her eyes contempt in her tone. Despite just meeting her a couple days ago, it stung. It felt as though she had taken hold of his cold heart and ripped it out.
Once in the office his first order of business was to grab a bottle of blood. He drank it down, tossed the bottle in the waste basket and grabbed another. He supposed he couldn't blame her for feeling the way she did. He was a monster, in many ways. The blood in his hand was a case in point. And he did feed from humans, with and without their knowing.
No. He wasn't a good man, not in a number ways. Nigel certainly didn't feel like one at the moment. Maybe he was just like Joseph after all.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Ya. Come on in it's open," Nigel yelled as he seated himself in the black leather, swivel chair behind his desk.
Travis, William, Trinity and Franny piled into the office. He hadn't requested Trinity and Franny to join their little meeting, but was grateful that they had. Perhaps once the matter was settled about Joseph they could lend some advice from the human female perspective. Granted, Franny was no longer a human, but she had been until just a short while ago, before she d met William.
"So what's going on that we needed to get up for?" William asked barely squeezing his huge frame into one of the armchairs. Franny perched on the arm of the chair next to him.
"I killed Joseph," Nigel said in a voice devoid of emotion.
"The King's Joseph?" Travis asked leaning forward on the sofa, eyes glued to Nigel.
"That would be the one I m referring to," Nigel confirmed with a nod.
"Shit man! Anyone know but us?" William asked, reclining in the chair and crossing his massive arms over his equally massive chest.
"Lacey. She was there. He was trying to drink from her, among other things."
"Where is she?" Trinity demanded, looking around the office for signs of the girl.
"Home, I imagine," Nigel shrugged, he had no clue really.
"I'll go get her," Franny volunteered standing.
"You're not going anywhere yet," William tugged on the back of her black terry cloth robe featuring the words Club Vampire embroidered on the front and pulling her back down on the chair beside him.
"What is she going to do, really?" Nigel reasoned. In truth, he had never considered what she might do now that he was gone.
"She could go to the police," Trinity stated.
"The police we can handle," Travis assured her. "Besides what's she going to show them? A pile of ash?"
"She could go to the press. Perhaps not the 'Times' but some trash rag would love a juicy story that revolved around Club Vampire, regardless of how absurd it may sound,"
Franny pointed out.
Yes, that could cause some problems. Reporters would swarm around the club and him, asking him a slew of nonsense questions and making assumptions. They might be jabbing in the dark, but if you make enough random jabs, eventually you'll get lucky. The last thing he needed was publicity, with reporters crawling around the place day and night.
"You should have brought her here, Nigel. You should know better than leave her alone after finding out."
Travis had a very valid point, one which Nigel agreed with one hundred percent. He should have glamoured her, gotten here back to the club and then figured out a course of action.
"So how did she react. She knows, right?" Trinity
He had yet another ulterior motive for calling them to his office. Nigel needed serious relationship advice. The way that Lacey screamed at him, the way she called him a monster - the exact words he had feared he'd hear - still lingered in his head. She had such fear in her eyes contempt in her tone. Despite just meeting her a couple days ago, it stung. It felt as though she had taken hold of his cold heart and ripped it out.
Once in the office his first order of business was to grab a bottle of blood. He drank it down, tossed the bottle in the waste basket and grabbed another. He supposed he couldn't blame her for feeling the way she did. He was a monster, in many ways. The blood in his hand was a case in point. And he did feed from humans, with and without their knowing.
No. He wasn't a good man, not in a number ways. Nigel certainly didn't feel like one at the moment. Maybe he was just like Joseph after all.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Ya. Come on in it's open," Nigel yelled as he seated himself in the black leather, swivel chair behind his desk.
Travis, William, Trinity and Franny piled into the office. He hadn't requested Trinity and Franny to join their little meeting, but was grateful that they had. Perhaps once the matter was settled about Joseph they could lend some advice from the human female perspective. Granted, Franny was no longer a human, but she had been until just a short while ago, before she d met William.
"So what's going on that we needed to get up for?" William asked barely squeezing his huge frame into one of the armchairs. Franny perched on the arm of the chair next to him.
"I killed Joseph," Nigel said in a voice devoid of emotion.
"The King's Joseph?" Travis asked leaning forward on the sofa, eyes glued to Nigel.
"That would be the one I m referring to," Nigel confirmed with a nod.
"Shit man! Anyone know but us?" William asked, reclining in the chair and crossing his massive arms over his equally massive chest.
"Lacey. She was there. He was trying to drink from her, among other things."
"Where is she?" Trinity demanded, looking around the office for signs of the girl.
"Home, I imagine," Nigel shrugged, he had no clue really.
"I'll go get her," Franny volunteered standing.
"You're not going anywhere yet," William tugged on the back of her black terry cloth robe featuring the words Club Vampire embroidered on the front and pulling her back down on the chair beside him.
"What is she going to do, really?" Nigel reasoned. In truth, he had never considered what she might do now that he was gone.
"She could go to the police," Trinity stated.
"The police we can handle," Travis assured her. "Besides what's she going to show them? A pile of ash?"
"She could go to the press. Perhaps not the 'Times' but some trash rag would love a juicy story that revolved around Club Vampire, regardless of how absurd it may sound,"
Franny pointed out.
Yes, that could cause some problems. Reporters would swarm around the club and him, asking him a slew of nonsense questions and making assumptions. They might be jabbing in the dark, but if you make enough random jabs, eventually you'll get lucky. The last thing he needed was publicity, with reporters crawling around the place day and night.
"You should have brought her here, Nigel. You should know better than leave her alone after finding out."
Travis had a very valid point, one which Nigel agreed with one hundred percent. He should have glamoured her, gotten here back to the club and then figured out a course of action.
"So how did she react. She knows, right?" Trinity
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