Just before sunrise three figures crept into the house and past the couch were Stone lay sleeping casting more than one hungry look in her direction. Ethan cleared him throat at the back of the dark room.
"I wouldn't think on it, Mate."
The seeming leader of the trio of vamps spoke up, "Aw now, Ethan, just a taste? We won't kill her. See now, what's the harm in it?"
"I don't think so, Forun. It's best she's intact for what I need her for." The statement was casual enough, but there was bite behind it and the vampires knew to heed. Better not to mess with Ethan and catch an easier meal elsewhere.
"We don't have much time," one of the other vampires said. He fidgeted shifting the burlap sack he carried.
"All right," sighed Ethan with impatience and motioned them to follow him in to the dinning room.
The vamp laid the sack on the scratched and ill used table while Ethan turned on a few low lights.
"Did you have any difficulties?" he asked.
"Things like this never come easily," said Forun, "or cheep."
"Quite right," agreed Ethan. He reached into his pocket and produced a tiny crystal. "I believe this is the payment we agreed upon."
Forun eyed the crystal. "A bit small isn't it?"
"We we're all on a bit of short notice here," growled Ethan. He nodded his head towards the living room. "Girl managed to pop up out of the blue."
"It's better than nothin' boss," said one of the other vampires. Forun glared at him for contradicting him in front of Ethan.
Ethan leaned against the wall and smiled smugly.
"I was just thinkin'," said the vamp trying to explain, "what are we gonna do with a sphere of kin? We could use a glamour crystal."
Ethan broke in before Forun had time to reprimand his underling, "He's quite right." He laid the crystal on the table and picked up the sack.
Forun grudgingly pick up the crystal.
"If you gentleman don't mind," said Ethan, "I really do think it's time you took your leave. I understand there's going to be a beautiful sunrise this morning."
The vampires had forgotten the time and hurried away to their lair.
Ethan took the sphere from the bag and held it in his hand feeling it's unearthly lightness and gazing into its dark purple center. "You'll serve me well," he chuckled.
"I wouldn't think on it, Mate."
The seeming leader of the trio of vamps spoke up, "Aw now, Ethan, just a taste? We won't kill her. See now, what's the harm in it?"
"I don't think so, Forun. It's best she's intact for what I need her for." The statement was casual enough, but there was bite behind it and the vampires knew to heed. Better not to mess with Ethan and catch an easier meal elsewhere.
"We don't have much time," one of the other vampires said. He fidgeted shifting the burlap sack he carried.
"All right," sighed Ethan with impatience and motioned them to follow him in to the dinning room.
The vamp laid the sack on the scratched and ill used table while Ethan turned on a few low lights.
"Did you have any difficulties?" he asked.
"Things like this never come easily," said Forun, "or cheep."
"Quite right," agreed Ethan. He reached into his pocket and produced a tiny crystal. "I believe this is the payment we agreed upon."
Forun eyed the crystal. "A bit small isn't it?"
"We we're all on a bit of short notice here," growled Ethan. He nodded his head towards the living room. "Girl managed to pop up out of the blue."
"It's better than nothin' boss," said one of the other vampires. Forun glared at him for contradicting him in front of Ethan.
Ethan leaned against the wall and smiled smugly.
"I was just thinkin'," said the vamp trying to explain, "what are we gonna do with a sphere of kin? We could use a glamour crystal."
Ethan broke in before Forun had time to reprimand his underling, "He's quite right." He laid the crystal on the table and picked up the sack.
Forun grudgingly pick up the crystal.
"If you gentleman don't mind," said Ethan, "I really do think it's time you took your leave. I understand there's going to be a beautiful sunrise this morning."
The vampires had forgotten the time and hurried away to their lair.
Ethan took the sphere from the bag and held it in his hand feeling it's unearthly lightness and gazing into its dark purple center. "You'll serve me well," he chuckled.