Rise of Albion
THE STORM WILL COME
Alexander furrowed his brow and managed a quick, affirmative nod before Ophelia walked away and disappeared out of his sight, taking the fully blooded, injured vampire with her. He judged that he was right after all. This ball hadn't just been planned for her guests to have a good time and so that Miss Beaumont would be able to become aquainted with some of the city's more... shady supernatural characters. His kind was rare, of course and it was not entirely strange for others to take an innate interest in him, but there was something more that was tipping him off about this event. At the moment, he wasn't able to pinpoint it but he assured himself that he would probably soon find out.
He cleared his throat and thus turned his thoughts away from the mystery of the Beaumont Ball so that he could search for his troublesome thrall. The eager man had disappeared amongst the crowds of beautifully dressed vampires, probably looking for some fun, sexual or not. What Daniel never seemed to understand however, was that even though he had not turned his back on humanity, that he had more of a life than Alexander did, he was among a strange enemy here. Animal's blood never tasted so good as human blood and Alexander needed to keep a close eye on his friend otherwise things were going to quickly go downhill for them both.
He cleared his throat and thus turned his thoughts away from the mystery of the Beaumont Ball so that he could search for his troublesome thrall. The eager man had disappeared amongst the crowds of beautifully dressed vampires, probably looking for some fun, sexual or not. What Daniel never seemed to understand however, was that even though he had not turned his back on humanity, that he had more of a life than Alexander did, he was among a strange enemy here. Animal's blood never tasted so good as human blood and Alexander needed to keep a close eye on his friend otherwise things were going to quickly go downhill for them both.