A lone vampire knelt in the middle of the dark room. In front of him stood five thrones. As he waited a door opened and three vampires walked in. The male sat in the middle throne and nodded to the older female vampire to take her place on his right. When she had seated herself he nodded to the younger of the two to take her place on his left.
"Well Thomas," He said. "Where is my daughter? You swore she would kneel before me by tonight and yet I see only you." He smiled cruelly.
"Forgive me sir." The vampire called Thomas began, almost stuttering in his terror. "I drained her blood whilst she slept and would have bought her to you whilst she healed but I was interrupted by another." He peeked at the younger female. She smiled shyly at him.
"Basil?" Asked the older woman excitedly.
"No." Thomas replied. She sank back into her chair.
"Basil is dead my love." The male stroked the older female's cheek gently before turning his attention back the vampire kneeling before him. "You fed from my daughter?" He asked in a deceptively quiet voice.
"It was the only way I could capture her. I have tried, many times, but she is elusive. Just tonight, she staked one of my finest men. Through her own heart! And when I tried to retrieve her body a group of humans stopped me. They killed many of my men. I was lucky to escape with my life!"
"Excuses!" Roared the vampire. "I, Ramiculus, will have my family beside me at my finest hour. Nothing will deny me!" He smiled at the younger female to his left. Nodding sweetly, she stood up and moved behind Thomas. Smiling widely with delight, she reached into her pocket, drew out a sharp stake and plunged it into her admirer's cold heart.
"Oh sweetheart." The elder female chided gently. "Are you sure you wanted to do that? He was so fond of you and he had power. The two of you could have been happy."
Thomas exploded into dust.