"What in the Devil's name happened?" demanded Dragen as he received the news of his now dead minion. His slightly long nails rapped upon the tinted glass surface. The rest of the council appeared agitated for some reason. A reason Dragen was sure he would not like. "Well?"
A few moments passed, during which men and women vampires exchanged worried glances. Dragen slammed his fist onto the table to scare someone into talking. Everyone jumped and one spoke up, "Ha'Drianna Caytrin Amasta."
The name rang out into pure silence. The tension was palatable as Dragen's face contorted into an expression of total revulsion. The head vampire's gaze went from one person to the next until he had made eye contact with everyone in the room. His rage was obviously building to something that no one really wanted to see, though they really did not have much of a choice in the matter. "I have a lock of her hair, the dust of her wretched body and the sacred amulet of her ancestors. Are you telling me she lives?" Dragen's voice escalated as he kept on talking. "Who supposedly killed the hybrid? Tell me! Who is the son of a bitch who screwed up?" His fist once again connected with the table, making all the glasses of water upon it tremble.
"The pureblood, Gareth," a bold one said, though the vampire did not show himself presumably to keep his head. All present knew that Gareth's name should have never been spoken; it was a sensitive subject within the whole Vampire Nation. Gareth had been a promising young vampire, which happened to be Dragen's son as well. "Rumors have it that the two were lovers and that he never killed her. But both disappeared 250 years ago." The hurried explanation was enough to shed light on the failure. Ha'Drianna was a woman of great strength and one that everyone had learned never to cross. Some people thought that she had some magical attributes, but over the years and news of her death, people started doubting her existence. However, the situation seemed to show something different.
"Bring me the Day-walker. I want him alive and in shape to fight. Bring his arsenal as well. He will be fighting in the Kumite." Gasps of surprise resounded throughout the room. None could believe what their leader had told them, not that they could believe the hybrid was alive either. "Do it!" Dragen's voice ordered them, their fear enough to make them all jump up and walk, more like run, out.
The remaining vampire, Dragen, ran a hand threw his hair. "Ha'Dre, you are back to haunt me once again. But this time, you won't survive the encounter." The threatening tone of his voice could have sent a chill down anyone's spine, but even Dragen felt like the threat was empty. He had tried too many times and failed to believe that this time would be any different.