A.N: I am so tired. I forgot to turn off my alarm so I woke up at seven this morning.
LaCroix glared at Mathew. Mathew laughed sheepishly next to Jack; both who were sitting in lawn chairs on a cliff overlooking the city. "What no warm hello; you really are cold Sebastian." Mathew said disturbing the silence.
"I thought you would do something impractically futile." LaCroix snapped back. Mathew smirked.
"No darling; why would I do that." He grinned, but it did not reach his eyes.
"Well you still have the Society of Leopold after you."
"I refuse to be hunted by my prey." He replied darkly still smiling. Jack stood up laughing.
"See ya later kiddos." He disappeared into the forest chuckling to himself. LaCroix stared icily at the direction Jack went. Mathew stoof up pulling a sword out from under his chair. He presented the sword flat on its side holding it in front of him. LaCroix recognized the sword with malice. He glared at the object it brought memories of what he used to be.
"So tell me my dearest Prince are you going to take care of this problem yourself, or are you going to send out your sheriff like a powerless princess?" He asked. His pale face emotionless. LaCroix glanced at Mathew deep in thought. He did not know power like he did. He did not have the ability to make one not question his authority by just the mention of his name; the anarchs were proof of that. So what was power if he did not already have it. He failed to gain more power with the sarcophagus. His protégé had betrayed him by opening the coffin himself when he was out on a meeting, and demolishing half his building. Of course it had been quickly rebuilt, and the neonate was mixed in with the old ashes of his building. LaCroix reached out for the handle. He remembered how the silver used to feel cold to his skin; yes Mathew had his blade made in silver for unknown reasons to his living self, but he had found the blade very useful in his early unlife. Now it felt like a tooth pick to him. Mathew smiled. "Now come on we have a building to infiltrate." He replied happily. LaCroix rolled his eyes at his sudden mood change.
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"This is a task that not even my sheriff could complete." LaCroix told him observing the house.
"Probably because he charged right in there when they have automatic machine guns." Mathew whispered back, "but we have stealth to to help us."
"You mean you have obfuscate." LaCroix corrected lowering his voice when a guard came close to the rock they were hiding behind. Mathew disappeared in a wisp of smoke and the man's throat was slit with an invisible blade. He dropped to the ground, and was silently dragged to some nearby bushes. LaCroix stayed back watching the guards fall to the ground dead one by one. Once the front, and sides of the house were cleared we walked through the back door where a hunter was praying in front of him candles burned. Mathew tapped LaCroix's shoulder. LaCroix nodded seeing the sensors. He caught sight of a nearby computer. He smiled at it. He decided his rusty hacking skills needed some work. Mathew looked at him skeptically when the sensors were deactivated. LaCroix smiled proud with himself. Mathew shook his head using obfuscate again. LaCroix peered around the corner to see guards in the corridors. One was killed, and the other gasped out in shock, and terror. LaCroix cursed as the hunter that was previously praying turned around seeing the vampire. The hunter reached for his gun, but LaCroix had moved quickly slicing the hunter's throat with his blade. The hunter fell to the ground with a quiet thump.
"You done playing Si?" Mathew asked. He wiped the blood off his sword unenthusiastically. LaCroix shot him a quick glare before pushing past him.
"Perhaps you should be more discreet; your stealth is like your driving." He shot back. Mathew smirked following him to a door.
"My dear Prince..." He stepped closer to LaCroix who looked back at his startled, "but I don't give a shit." Mathew moved away while LaCroix grumbled curses at him under his breath. The door opened right when Mathew reached for the handle.
"Hi, hi!" Lillian smiled at the two who looked at her in surprise. "I thought I would go ahead, and deal with my sire's problem." Lillian smiled widely adjusting the oversized green bow on her head. "Hi sire, bye sire." She skipped past Mathew, stopping in front of LaCroix. "Here's that annoying preacher." She dropped a sack on the floor at LaCroix's feet, and skipped out. LaCroix looked at the bag with his mouth agape. He glared at Mathew grinding his teeth together.
"You wasted my time with your ludicrous methods!" He snapped.
"I wasted your time?!" Mathew shouted back.
LaCroix, and Mathew sat down in the office fuming. Cain smiled patting Lillian on the back. "So she beat you boys to it?" He leaned forward smiling clasping his walking stick in his hands.
"Yep, yep you should have seen it; I was epic." Lillian beamed sitting on LaCroix's desk proudly. LaCroix shot a glare at Lillian.
'I think Sebastian wanted the glory of putting a note that said he killed Bach when he sent his head to his friend." Mathew joked trying to lighten the mood. LaCroix stood up folding his hands behind his back.
"Now that petty nuisance is aside." He walked behind his desk. He glanced at Lillian, and shoved her off the polish wood. She made a little huff as she stood behind her sire. "The Camarilla with stay in its domain in California; a treaty will be arranged with the anarchs, and the kuel-jin treat is gone..." He sat down in his chair. "I will also ensure the stability of the masquerade, therefore acomplish all of my duties as prince, and if those fail to enforce our sacred laws I will be forced to take action as privileged." He hesitated, "I also will care for my personal health as you meddlesome cainites crave me to do so desperately... and" LaCroix looked away avoiding eye contact.
"And?" Mathew walked forward ready to tease LaCroix. He muttered something inaudible, and Mathew came closer cupping his ear. "Can't hear you my dear Prince."
LaCroix cleared his throat. "I would like you two to leave." He looked at Cain, and Lillian. The two simply nodded stepping into the elevator. "I..." LaCroix felt he would come to regret this later. "would appreciate if you would..." He trailed off again much to his irritation. Mathew smirked leaning forward to kiss LaCroix's cheek gently. LaCroix stiffened, but then relaxed.
"I miss you too Sebastian." Mathew whispered softly. "But at least-" He started. LaCroix knowing where the statement was going quickly stood up, and exclaimed;
"Get out!"
Mathew's grin grew wider as he pressed his lips together tightly suppressing a snicker. LaCroix shot him a warning glare. "What scared of a little sex?"
"Be quiet!"
Mathew laughed, while LaCroix sat there sulking; sinking deeper into his chair out of embarrassment from all the crass, and vulgar things Mathew was listing.
"Cain; why do we have to do this?" Lillian whispered crouching behind a tree. Cain smiled.
"Because young one; the masquerade does not just protect the kindred's existence, but ours, and others too." Cain adjusted his fur coat. Lillian nodded. She felt something pulling on her skirt. She stiffened. Not just pulling on her skirt; she felt something curling around her leg traveling around her waist. She shirked. Cain snapped his head back his eyes widening. He rushed forward to help Lillian, by he fell to the ground. He was dragged back then lifted up in the air by his ankle. Cain glared at yellow eyes as he heard a hiss.