I made my way down the corridors, rather quickly. I was late. Late for the meeting. I knew I would catch flak for it, but I didn't care. As I made my way through, I could feel the eyes all over me. My fellows knew I had power, and they feared that. As I made it to the door, I stopped, one hand on the knob.
"Showtime," I whispered to myself. Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and entered.
"Ah, he finally graces us with his presence," I heard from the other side of the room. The room was dimly lit. Not very exotic, the room was small, with a table in the center. I could recognize most of the people there; the man who had spoken was across the room, sitting in one of the chairs, next to the boss.
I walked over and took my seat at the table, not saying anything.
The man stood up, not seemingly disturbed about my being late, "Everyone, meet the newest Lieutenant, Cameron."
I nodded to everyone. In vampire society, a Lieutenant, to put it simply, is the highest rank a Vampire, like myself can hold, but still be part of the population. Lieutenants make sure all the other vampires stay in line, and if they don't, the Lieutenant deals with them in a very final way.
I glanced around the room, noting everyone there. Sitting next to me on either side were the other two Lieutenants, Kale and Stone. They had been Lieutenants for as long as I can remember. Kale was an extremely fair vampire, but yet stern, not taking anything less than perfection. He was very tidy looking, in a business suit and light colored sunglasses despite the dark lighting of the room. His long black hair was tied in a pony tail, and his hands rested on the table, his cane rested against his chair beside him. And then there was Stone, he was known for his brutality. He sat slouched in his chair, dressed in an Italian made, tan suit, complete with the a small top hat. No one crossed Stone, not anyone that wanted to live much long anyway.
As I scanned farther around the room, my eyes caught on the leader of our vampire horde. As usual he was dressed head to toe in metal. No one ever saw his face…ever. The designs on his armor were the only exotic thing in the room. Runes carved all over the body, if you looked at them long enough, you could almost see a faint pulsing glow, but no one knew for sure if it was magical in nature. The gauntlets were bigger than would be expected, each finger ending in a very sharp talon. All this paled in comparison to the helmet, however. It was sized like a normal head, but it looked like a spider was sitting right on top of it, its legs draped over the side, like hair. There wasn't even a plate to push back to reveal the face, it was completely solid, with two small holes, revealing two glowing red eyes. It was ominous but everyone had gotten used to it, everyone in this room at least.
Walking around the room was another man. No one knew quite what he was, or why he was here. I knew he wasn't a vampire. He did some scouting work for us during the day. I was pretty sure he wasn't a human, at least, no normal human. And to make him even more mysterious, he never sat down, he was always standing up, walking around the room.
I finally averted my gaze from him, and checked out the man that was talking. He was a vampire, but he was no normal vampire. Word around the horde was, he possessed enough magical talent to level entire cities, move mountains, and other seemingly godlike feats. I didn't believe he was capable of power that immense, but I know I wouldn't want to be on the other side of his casting hands.
There were also some new people sitting at the table, or at least, people I had never seen before. There was an inhumanly large, black man, sitting next to the warlock, and a girl, the only female I had ever seen with the high-ups in the horde. She was very good looking, with sharp features, and dressed completely in light blue.
"Cameron," I was ripped from my dreamlike state, to see the warlock still standing, addressing me, "I am Pullis Veneficus, but you can call me Dominus, " he turned his head to the side, "And this, is our leader. His name is Rutilus Inferi, but you will address him as Deus, " He continued around the room, introducing everyone. The man standing was called Phaz. The large, black man's name was Rodney, and the woman in Blue was called Hope.
"And I believe you already know Kale and Stone," he gestured toward my fellow Lieutenants. I simply nodded and allowed him to go on.
Dominus was obviously the voice of the operation. Deus didn't speak much, and no one will ever see me complaining.
Deus. I didn't speak much Latin, but I knew what that particular word meant. God. But I wasn't going to call anyone out on it, I knew better than that. Common sense came with the territory.
I didn't realize I have drifted off for so long until I phased back into reality and noticed Dominus finishing up the meeting.
"…and lastly," he sighed and took a breath, "The matter of the Slayer in town. She's young and powerful. She defeated 7 of our troops and left nothing as far as evidence. She could be dangerous, but, on the other hand, she would be a powerful ally…as one of us."
Rodney piped up, "I say we kill 'er. Lil' slut doesn't scare me, yo. I'll take care o' her myself," he patted the sword on his back, which was, surprisingly, even more ridiculously large than he was.
"I agree," hope spoke, her voice was raspy, very quiet, but it could be heard throughout the room, like the wind, "this slayer must be very powerful to take out that many skilled vampires," she had a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but it was obvious it was a tease to Rodney, she never looked away from him, "and powerful people, have powerful allies…and boyfriends."
Rodney stared at her for a second and cocked his head to the side and bit his lip flirtatiously, "Girl, you are bangin', you wan' spin over to my crip lata' an', get to know one another better," he was barely understandable, ebonics tainting each syllable.
"Oh, I'm always willing to get to know big, strapping gentlemen like yourself," she teased.
"ENOUGH!"
It was like a demon speaking in the room. His voice crept along the room like a swarm of angry spiders, just itching for something to kill. Everyone quieted and sunk back in their chairs, except for Rodney. He was either really brave or really foolish.
"This girl lives," his tone was final. Everyone knew there was no arguing. They all just nodded, including Rodney, "kill all acquaintances she may have, but bring the girl to me…alive."