Chapter 8

Tomas Tod drummed his fingers against the metal railing, this had been the second time that Dorian had saved D'Ablo. The vampire grit his teeth in frustration, this was getting old really quickly. D'Ablo had quickly proven to be a threat and a big one at that. Tomas didn't like threats, especially ones that could be really a hindrance for his plans. And D'Ablo, well let's just say, he'd become such a threat. Tomas had expected to find the Council President alone on the roof top. Instead Dorian had gotten another one of his visions and pulled the vampire from his clutches. Tomas glanced down, the door to the office building opened. Tomas saw the figures exit; Dorian and, a still living, D'Ablo slowly made their way down the steps of the council building. Talking between themselves, Tomas wasn't sure about what though. Even a vampire's hearing is limited without Telepathy. As D'Ablo reached the bottom step, Tomas implanted a simple command into the vampire's thoughts. D'Ablo turned and glanced out, Tomas grinned 'I want you to know something.' Tomas gently and quietly spoke into his mind 'this little streak of luck you're having, will end eventually. Dorian won't always be there to predict my next attack, it's really only a matter of time.' Tomas could see a hint of fear on the face of the council president. Dorian then turned and stared at Tomas. The vampire just grinned, in his hand was a letter. The exact same one he planned to tape to the railing if necessary. The council would see it as a suicide, hardly looking into anything future. The vampire would be given a funeral and Elysia would move on. The vice president would step up and take control till a new election could be held. The pair down below seemed to argue over something, before Dorian pulled D'Ablo away from the building.

Tomas straightened up and fixed his coat, the quiet of the rooftop was broken by the soft buzzing in his pocket. The vampire reached down and pulled the disposable phone from his pocket. Without so much as a glance at the caller ID, he answered. "What is it Vikas?" the thickly accented voice on the other line spoke "I was just calling to see if you managed to take care of our little pest problem." Tomas grit his teeth "no, unfortunately Dorian got in the way" Tomas turned to leave the roof top "again?" "Yes, it seems the Keeper is going to be a bigger problem than expected." The cult leader said, "And what of Mahllyenki?" Vikas asked "from my knowledge, the boy is greatly improving. D'Ablo has done a good job awakening his powers." Tomas said, the door closing behind him. "It seems so, it's such a shame that he'd turned against us though." Tomas chuckled "yes, he was once my favorite. Always showing promise and the ability to achieve his desires." The cult leader sat down in the office chair.

Vikas was silent for a moment, Tomas considered that the vampire was about to be called away. If so he'd have to end the conversation early "Tomas, I have considered that this could be used to our advantage though." The vampire blinked "you think that we could us D'Ablo's little acts of mutiny to our advantage?" "Yes, to some extent though, it seems Vladimir has begun to trust D'Ablo." Tomas was curious to what his friend might suggest. "Yes, I'd even wager the two have formed a sort of friendship." Tomas said, the vampire then started opening drawers on the desk in front of him. "I have considered that we should let this continue, allow them to form some sort of deeper bond." Tomas paused, his hand still in a drawer full of paper work "and then what?" Vikas chuckled "what better way to bring out the full potential of the Pravus and remove two potential threats to our operation-" "then to kill D'Ablo and blame it on Otis" Tomas let out a laugh "oh Vikas, that is genius!" he said, a grin spread across Tomas's face as he considered the situation. It would surely bring Vladimir out of this little rut he was stuck in. "I knew I kept you around for a good reason." Tomas leaned back in the chair, a small stack of council paper work in his hands. Vikas clicked his tong, a signal that he'd have to end the call. The line went dead, leaving Tomas back in silence. In his hands, he grasped the paper work he'd been searching for.