A.N: Hello my dearest readers as promised; an update. Sorry I couldn't update sooner...if people are still even reading.

Cain glared at the monster while it snorted at him mockingly. The snake opened its mouth, but no words came out. No...he lost that when I tore his throat open. "Hello again Daniel, how are you this lovely night?" Cain folded his arms across his chest calmly still being held upside down by a black scaly tail. The sake hissed at him angrily moving quickly to wrap itself around Cain, and Lillian. "Come on now let make small talk." Lillian grimaced as the serpent stiffened being crushed.

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Mathew stretched himself out on the chair smiling proudly at a fuming Lillian, and an irritated Cain. LaCroix was skillfully ignoring the three as they argued.

"Why do you have to act so hot-headed most of the time."

"Well look who raised me." Mathew snapped back bitterly.

"Your always so crass, why can't you be more level-headed, like you brother."

"Screw you."

"Brother?" Lillian wondered aloud. Mathew shot a quick glare at her.

"Step-brother, his name is James, and I'm starting to wish I bit him instead."

"Don't say you'll rather sire that sewer rat!" Mathew, had his fist clenched tightly, and talked through sharp teeth.

"How rude, he's not even Nosferatu." Cain shook his head disappointed turning around to hide his smile.

"Are you...laughing?" Mathew questioned exasperated. Cain's quiet giggles turned into a fit of laughter.

"Sewer...rat..." He said in between breaths. "Don't let the Venture hear you or else you're in for a mighty long lecture." Cain patted his head while Mathew stared at him in disbelief.

"ho cares if he hears me?"

"Well he is right behind you." Lillian pointed out. Mathew glanced over his shoulder. He tensed when he glanced at the Venture who was staring at him icily.

"I spare you for the moment, because I have important business, and can't be bothered by insignificant nuisances." The man replied his grey eyes narrowing. Mathew rolled his eyes.

"Still sounds like a lecture to me; why are you here." Mathew said messing with the on strand that stuck up in James's

hair. He sighed irritable.

"No of your concern, now if I may speak to the Prince privately." James looked at LaCroix waiting for an answer. LaCroix motioned for the others to leave. They left wordlessly, but Mathew made sure to slam the door when he left.

"What brings you here monsieur Jones?" LaCroix walked over to the fire-place taking the steel bar, and pushing round the ashes. LaCroix did not enjoy James visits due to historical disputes. He was a proud Frenchman. Jones was a proud Englishman. Mathew was only an exception to him when he was in his company. Of course the Venture did have some benefits to his persona, for he owned most of the broadcasting media, and controlled all the newspapers that went to the stands in Los Angeles, and a few other selected location based on population. LaCroix really had no personal problems with Jones, and he had never disappointed with the older Venture's work. Jones had also made it clear he had no interest in a occupation as Prince also. Since LaCroix saw that his position of power was still in place he believed him at the moment.

Yes for the moment everything was fine.

A loud noise echoed shaking his windows, and LaCroix glanced sideways at them to see smoke rising far in the distance.

Like he said. For the moment.

A.N: well thats my little update. The next chapter is already super long so I decided why not update this one while iI'm working on the other right?

Flames welcomed. R&R.