Prologue
For a little over five hundred years now, Vampires have decided to lay low and make themselves as scarce as possible. The Vampires and Werewolves had finally gotten tired of fighting a war that they didn't even know the reasoning for it's start, and were finally able to live in peace. It was around the same time that the fighting ceased that the witches started to make their existence known as well. They were all part of the supernatural world so they didn't see the point of killing off anymore mythical beings.
While the Werewolves and Witches elected to go off and each do their own thing, leaving each Pack of Wolves and Coven of Witches to establish their own rules so they weren't outed to the rest of the world, the Vampires used a more strict approach. They established 'The Council' which was made up of the three wealthiest known Vampires.
The Council, being the the ones that every other vampire would be looking up to, taught themselves control over their blood lust. The world was starting to evolve, as well as the people living in it, and the dead bodies being left behind was starting to become a problem. As the world and people evolved, it was becoming easier for the Law Enforcement to concentrate on the killings and try to figure out who did it. While the Vampires were sure that they would not be figured out, it was still a risk they were tired of making. So after finding out they were capable of feeding off a human being and not killing them, the Council made sure that the generations after them picked up the skill so they didn't attract attention to themselves.
The law established by the Council was easily followed and there had not been a problem since. Well, at least not until now.
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The three middle-aged members of the Council sat 'round a black glossed table in low lighting, folders of paperwork scattered before them. The stone walls of the room kept the underground room ice cold and somewhat old fashioned for a vampire hideout, but the various amounts of screens in the room that were linked to security cameras around the compound showed that they were, indeed, caught up with real world.
Caesar, the oldest of the three and the one the other two looked to for approval, sat slouched in his chair as his fingers lazily scraped against the scruff on his face. His lips were set in a grim line, his dark eyes drinking in the information that had just been given to them earlier that day. "What do we do with these four rogues?"
"Leave 'em be." Desmond's voice floated around the room, his crystal clear blue eyes sparkling with unspoken glee. "They're vampires. It's in our nature to feed ravenously. Someone was bound to fall off the wagon sooner or later."
"They're rebelling!" Louis, the third member and youngest on the Council, slammed his closed fist on the table. "Don't you see?! If we let these four get away with their rebellious ways, more vampires will think it's okay. More will start to rebel and we can't have that."
"And why not?!" Desmond fought back. "Why can't we make ourselves known out in the big world?! The wolves and witches are living amongst each other in peace. Why can't we have the same?"
"Because they're not killing anyone." Louis lowly growled, his gray eyes starting to darken with rage. "The Wolves and Witches have made it their duty to protect the living. If we vampires start killing or are even caught feeding from a human, we'll more than likely restart a war that we managed to avoid all those years ago."
Caesar watched as the fight fled from Desmond's face, Louis' words having sunk in. "What's is our plan of action then?" Desmond asks calmly, sitting back against his chair, his right leg folded so his ankle rest atop his left knee.
Louis only shrugged, he too sitting back against his chair. "We either threaten them or make an example of them to scare those even thinking about rebelling."
Desmond and Louis then turned their attention to Caesar. "We send in Lea." He tells them. "If she can't convince them to stop and bring them back with her to face the consequences, then she does what she does best."
Caesar can't help the twitch that tilts his lips up in a wicked grin when seeing the way Desmond and Louis practically purr in approval of his plan. They were all a fan of keeping their race alive but if push came to shove, they absolutely loved the idea of their favorite little soldier having some play time.
Pictures of each Council member is up on my profile. Check them out, you won't be disappointed ;)