Viktor was far more interested in the bloody scene then he was Nell, and so he disengaged without so much as a farewell. Amenset released an unnecessary breath, “Sorry about him,” as if she had any right to apologize for Viktor, “I’m not sure what that was about….” A few ideas came to mind. Viktor did like to run a tight ship. If he didn’t like a vampire, he did usually go to the source to dish out punishment, and let the hapless childe watch.
Or in this case, perhaps a very happy childe.
Then again, sometimes he’d deal the punishment to the childe and let the sire watch.
Amenset then turned her attention, wondering if Dawn was going to need any help with her own mess.
Trevor was shaking in fury as he heard Dawn’s comment about poison. Yes, it was poisoned, and he wouldn’t deny it. He was furious it didn’t work. The poison he’d chosen was slow so that she wouldn’t die here, but she’d noticed it!
“What is the meaning of this?” Viktor stepped onto the scene, with Lucius just a step behind.
Dawn tossed the cup, missing Trevor on purpose though his flinch was amusing. “He tried to poison me. I returned the poison.”
Trevor felt words on his tongue, but he bit it to keep them within. Blaming Viktor would not get him anywhere. When Viktor looked to him, he found himself able to shake his head, to attempt to deny it, “I—I didn’t, maybe the blood was j-just bad.” His shaking was now from fear rather than anger.
Or in this case, perhaps a very happy childe.
Then again, sometimes he’d deal the punishment to the childe and let the sire watch.
Amenset then turned her attention, wondering if Dawn was going to need any help with her own mess.
Trevor was shaking in fury as he heard Dawn’s comment about poison. Yes, it was poisoned, and he wouldn’t deny it. He was furious it didn’t work. The poison he’d chosen was slow so that she wouldn’t die here, but she’d noticed it!
“What is the meaning of this?” Viktor stepped onto the scene, with Lucius just a step behind.
Dawn tossed the cup, missing Trevor on purpose though his flinch was amusing. “He tried to poison me. I returned the poison.”
Trevor felt words on his tongue, but he bit it to keep them within. Blaming Viktor would not get him anywhere. When Viktor looked to him, he found himself able to shake his head, to attempt to deny it, “I—I didn’t, maybe the blood was j-just bad.” His shaking was now from fear rather than anger.