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Syanne.
Dumah's voice boomed through out the hallways. Turel had upset him, yet again, but this matter was not taken so lightly. He was not at all a quiet man, in no way at all but get him the wrong way you were as good as dead. My friend and I Drevmar sat in the small storage room listening to the happenings of Dumah's latest rage; he seemed to be taking a lot of them these days.
'How dare you brother! If it were not for Kain I would have killed you by now!' Dumah's voice barked, both of us jumped back as we heard something smash and then the dragging of a table across the marble floors. 'Calm now Dumah…if it were not for me half of your fledglings would be dead, as for Kain he would side in my favour. I just saved one of his broods clans being slaughtered by pathetic rebel humans!' Turels husky deep voice escalated into a shout, this was going to get ugly…popping my head out of the storage room I could see the guards gathering round the door, merely a stones throw away from the feuding brothers.
BANG! Without warning the massive doors gave a loud thud and quiver, by God's they were fighting again. I could see two of Turels guards eyes narrow as they tensed in their armour as though ready for battle, one looking over at me. 'You bastard! I should…kill…argh!' right that was it this was getting way out of hand. Rushing out of the storage room and made haste towards Dumahs quarters, moving my long black hair out of the way and taking a deep breath I flung open the doors and couldn't believe what I was displayed in front of me. Tables and chairs over turned, lavish carpets and tapestry ruined, books covered the floor, curtains pulled from their holdings, Dumah and Turel standing in attack mode facing each other I knew I had to do something…even if my master disagreed. 'Gentlemen please…enough' I said with a hint of false humour in my voice and pushed towards Dumah's chest. 'I am sure you can both sort whatever grievances you have with one another civilly yes?'
'Syanne stay out of this or you too will pay with interfering in such matters that you do not know of!' His face was within inches of mine. His boy shaped face and harsh yellow eyes seemed to darken with each forced breath, his usually tidy tied back short ponytail was ripped out, for whatever reason I tried to subdue a laugh, he looked like one of those mad humans we kept in the feeding parlour. 'Dumah, that is no way to speak to a lady' turning to Turel I noticed he had a smug look on his face, his thin lips gave a twitch of satisfaction, even his height seemed to tower over the both of us, his massive talons where out stretched and flexing, funnily enough his hair hadn't been put out of place during the scrap. Turels talon came towards me, I flinched thinking I had been dragged into all of this, typically five capable vampire warriors and a young vampiress had to stop two clan leaders from fighting. Before I knew it Turel took my hand and pulled me towards him, resting a massive talon on the back of my head he guided me out of the room. 'You and I shall speak later my lady', the patronising tone in his voice made my blood boil. What the hell did he mean by that? Dumah gave out a roar and charged towards Turel, Drevmar had enough mind to push me out of the way as they started to fight again. 'You try to take my territory and my weapons now my female!'
Syanne, come now we had best let the both of them sort this out, before you get yourself involved or hurt.' Drevmar's voice seemed to be hushed, guiding me down to my rooms I nodded behind me I could hear loud shouting and furniture breaking, I cringed at the though of the clean up the slave's would have to do, as for the both of them he was right they will sort it out in due time. I just hope neither of them kill one another. The chatter of the other vampires around me echoed through the great halls no doubt gossiping and suddenly it went quiet…deathly quietly. Drevmar stopped dead in his track, turning to him I titled my head 'Drevmar what is the matter?' he never answered. I turned my head to see what he was staring at.
A mere ten or so foot from stood Lord Kain and looking none to pleased.
'Show me to them.' His harsh yellow eyes fell upon mine; stunned for a moment I nodded and spun round on my heels. Without a word I took Lord Kain to his feuding sons. God's help them.