"No Master, please, have mercy! It was an accident!"
The terrified man's pleas served little purpose beyond arousing Reid's already dangerously short temper. With barely a handful of words, the pathetic human had utterly destroyed any slim chance he may have had for clemency. Realization killed the last hope in the man's eyes, and Reid enjoyed nothing more than watching it hemorrhage, making the weakling's already huge pupils expand even more.
The swine's fear tainted the still air, and Reid's lip curled reflexively in disgust. Human beings were such pathetic creatures, almost deserving of pity. This particular specimen however, had to serve as an example. With a savage snarl, Reid lunged.
The man's panicked cries fell short with a scream, which turned muted and liquid as blood spewed from a fresh wound in his throat.
"Was that really necessary?" drawled a sickly sweet voice, its owner emerging from the shadows a moment later. The statuesque woman sauntered over to him, paying no heed to the bloody tracks that her high heeled boots left on the cement floor.
"You know the protocol as well as I do." Reid replied icily. Just being in the same room with this woman was enough to set his nerves on edge, and he was anxious to be rid of her as soon as possible.
"As I recall, nearly decapitating the offender is not customary. It's much too quick, almost a mercy. Don't tell me you're getting soft on us, dear."
There might have been a hint of compassion in her tone, but Reid knew her too well. As expected, her next words slaughtered any such sentiments.
"You know what they do to one of our kind who goes soft. If the Council found out about this…" she finished, a definite threat lurking in her cold tone.
Reid knew that Sarah would have no qualms about sacrificing him to further her own ambitious goals. At times, his hatred of her could only be rivaled by his disdain of humans. If he had his way, her pale, pretty body would have burned ages ago. Regretfully, she was far too important to be sacrificed merely to placate one as lowly as himself. Still, a vampire could dream…
"I assure you, I am not 'going soft' as you put it. I have an Awakening to attend tonight, and the human is not worth expending my talents." He said stiffly. Her lips curled in a sarcastic smile, but if she doubted his words, she chose not to comment. Instead, she moved toward the body, dipping one pale finger into the viscous mess surrounding the now-dead swine.
"A Negative," she says "a perfect match for the intended meal. Maybe you aren't as completely incompetent as you appear." To say he's shocked is an understatement, as this is the closest he's ever heard her come to paying a genuine compliment, but in the next breath, she reverts back to her normal bitchy self "Or more likely, you just got extremely lucky. Regardless, clean your mess up before you leave. You can get the corpse-munchers over there to do it if you'd like. I hear they haven't been fed in quite a while." She says, jerking her thumb toward the doorway where the zombies are already beginning to gather, oozing eyes fixed on the body. Then she exits, one boot flashing out to kick their rotting forms as she passes.
Zombies are one of the things they agree on. They're slow, animalistic, and almost useless, the retarded cousins of our world, but someone higher up decided to take pity on them and protect the decomposing scum. They're worse than humans, really. Reid can't spare time to feel contempt for them though, The Awakening must take precedence over his own petty wishes. Instead, he walks out the door, and long after he's gone, the wet sounds of the undead swine enjoying their unexpected treat still echo through the stone halls.
