"It says they were destroyed due to lack of space in the room."
The video picked up the well-built male thief reading off the clipboard.
His accomplish, a shorter and thinner female, grabbed the clip board.
"That's bullshit. They can't do that! Its evidence!"
They both showed similar characteristics only siblings could possess.
The raven black hair, iridescent violet eyes, and the curvature of their mouths.
A perfectly manicured index finger tapped the mouse pad of the laptop and scrolled to a second frame were the faces of the perpetrators were clearly visible.
"Perfect." A small adolescent voice giggled uploading everything onto a small flash drive.
The door to her office opened.
A child between the ages of 6 and 8 walked in.
"My Queen. You had called for me." The boy's head was lowered.
"Yes." The high pitched voice said. "I need you to bring these files to that fool Octavius. He will be pleased to know that I want to contribute fighters to his silly little death matches."
She slid the flash drive across the desk towards him.
The child bowed. "Yes my Queen." And he pocketed the tiny device.
"Oh and John be sure that meddle some djamphir doesn't find out what is going on. The last thing I need is the Council of fools with their whore of a leader to find us."
The Bloody Queen glared at the fledgling who nodded. "Yes my Queen."
She waved her hand. "Be gone."
John left, rather quickly.
The Bloody Queen went back to staring at the monitor.
She knew for quite some time that this girl was the Reaper. If the eyes or the hair wasn't an obvious give away then it would to have been the fluidity of her movements. It was to graceful for a human to ever pull off.
She was extra glad that she made her underlings install a few hidden and untraceable cameras within the Police Department when she had the Cleaners wipe away any trace of those missing people. Up until this point she never had a full description of the Reaper. Only what those fool blubbered out when she let them live.
And that was on special occasions.
The queen giggled to herself clasping her hands together.
This was going to be fun.
John breathed a sigh of relief.
The bloody Queen was scary.
He looked in his tiny hand at the flash drive.
I miss Ophelia.
The ache for his sire had continued to grow.
Now he was truly alone.
John put the device in this coat pocket and proceeded to the bus stop.
He might as well find a snack before he departs.
Ah! My boy welcome back!"
Octavius greeted John.
John looked around the large workspace. Every time he was forced into this hellhole it reminded him more and more of Cesar's Palace in Las Vegas, Nevada.
He squinted at the bright red lights flashing around the indoor pool and Jacuzzi.
"The Queen has demands for you."
He handed the flash drive to the Games Master. He accidently brushed hands against Octavius and shivered quickly walking to the other side of the room pretending to admire a Romanesque painting of Gladiator Fights.
He tried not to make it obvious that the Games Master gave him the willies.
Octavius looked about 53. His golden hair was braided back with a leather string. He was turned so long ago that even Octavius himself couldn't remember. He had a complexion of a storm cloud. His skin was that grey. His eyes were also grey.
Today he was dressed in a Japanese kimono that had fierce red dragons glaring on the silky fabric.
"Does the Queen wish to also be included in the bets?"
John turned back.
"She never rejected a chance to win money yet."
Octavius chuckled typing into his computer.
"Do you know where I may find these offenders of the Queen at?"
John sighed.
"Some shit town in Oregon."
Octavius added that to the paperwork.
"Any known names?"
John shrugged.
"I don't know. Call milady and ask she may have names."
Octavius rolled his eyes.
A humanistic trait he picked up from this generations fighters.
"Well then you are free to go. Send my regards to her."
He tossed the flash drive to John who almost didn't catch it.
"Right."
John grumbled walking into the elevators and pressing the highest button there was.
What creeped him out more than Octavius were the side by side cages on the higher levels.
The variety of faces glared at him as he passed by. These are the fighters that are forced to kill each other constantly.
One of the wulfen threw themselves at the cage bars entrapping it.
John had a feeling it wanted to rip him to shreds.
With more of an incentive to run he finally made it to the second elevator and pressed the button to the ground floor.
After an eternity later the elevator stopped and doors opened. John took off at full vampiric speed out of the abandoned mine towards the trees.
He hated underground. Sure he has been dead since the turn of the century but nothing about dirt appealed to him. So he was mighty happy to be back on the surface.
Mathias felt the presence of a vampire. But not just any vampire.
Damn. She must have made a fledgling.
Mathias grumbled taking out his machete to check the sharpness.
His frown turned into a grin when he saw that the blade still had some spots of Ophelia's blood still on it.
I may not be able to hurt you anymore but I sure can send your child to meet you in hell.
He laughed letting his animal instincts led him to his prey.
John's hair pricked.
What the hell was that?
He looked around him rubbing his arm hairs down.
Nothing seemed suspicious.
But a feeling of dread would not leave him.
In the distance he heard an owl screech.
Something bad was going to happen.
Too bad he was correct.
A figure materialized out of the trees.
"You boy."
A deep masculine voice growled.
John flinched turning to the figure.
The figure held a threatening machete.
John sniffed. He smelt cayenne pepper and blood.
But not just anyone's blood.
"You killed her."
John's fangs lenghthened and his once brown eyes turned a deep muddy red.
"YOUKILLEDOPHELIA!"
John screamed running towards his sire's killer.
The murder raised his machete.
"Go meet your maker creature."
HE grinned with malicious content.
Its pink eyes revealing monstrous blood lust.
He swung the large blade.
The sharpened metal cut deep into dead flesh.
Blood soaked into the ground underneath.
John never had a chance.
"Jesus Crist Mathias."
Mathias looked behind him to the blonde Djamphir.
In the moonlight his blond hair looked white.
The Djamphir trained his cold blue eyes upon Mathias and the bloody scene before him.
"What do you want Reynard?"
Christophe Reynard rolled his eyes at Mathias's less than happy tone.
"You were not checking in. I was the only one who offered to come find your ass."
He walked over to the dead body of a vampire child and started searching through the pockets.
"Well what do we have here?" Reynard looked at the tiny flash drive.
"Isn't it your job to be that bitch's handmaiden not out here babysitting me?" Mathias growled.
Christophe was a blur as he punched Mathias in the face.
"You will not speak about Dru like that!" Reynard hissed. The aspect upon him.
Mathias glared through the pain radiation throughout his face but didn't raise his weapon to the Djamphir.
Mathias noticed Christophe holding something.
"What's that?"
Christophe relaxed, the aspect fleeting from him. "Flash drive."
He pulled out a small handheld device that was smaller than a tablet but slightly larger than a smart phone.
Mathias watched Reynard put the flash drive into that funny looking phone tablet thing.
"Anything?"
"It hasn't loaded yet." Christophe sighed at Mathias's lack of tech know how.
Mathias narrowed his eyes but stayed silent.
Minutes later the device was thrusted into Mathias's hands.
The screen was paused showing the twins.
"And?"
"Doesn't she fit the description?"
Mathias took a closer look.
She wore an annoyed expression in the freeze frame.
Something about her violet eyes seemed familiar.
"She doesn't look like the personification of death."
Reynard rolled his eyes. "And you do?"
Mathias shrugged.
Reynard took the device back and zoomed in on the screen.
"In the glass door's reflection gives us a place to start looking."
Night Vale P.D. Records.
"Guess where we are going."
Reynard put the device into his leather jacket.
"What do you mean by we?"
Christophe gave Mathias a smug grin.
