Chapter 4
Yes Master

"So you just killed her…there…in plain sight?"

The master stood with his arms folded and a cold expression on his face. He seemed less than impressed with either of the two vampires in from of him. He paced back and forth in contemplation and then stopped in front of them once more.

"You knew of this Darla?" He asked accusingly.

"Look it was he who ignored my warning master, I told him to pursue another of equal value and he defied me."

The master then opened his mouth in an expression that was almost similar to a look of astonishment.

"So he defied you in his selfish pursuit?"

Darla nodded silently and then began to make his way towards Luke placing his hands sternly on Luke's shoulders.

"My boy…why didn't you heed her warning? She has been in the game longer than you have been…a half century as a matter of fact."

Luke stared upon the master's face and fear crept across his features. He had known something bad would be coming as a penance for his disregard for the secrecy of the covenant.

"But master…" He began to stammer.

"No…no more words child."

Luke closed his eyes waiting for the punishment to commence. He could only think of one punishment for the defiance of the master's representative.

"Master…"

The master turned and there in front of him stood a dark-haired male vampire. He stood carrying a human slave. He seemed to be gypsy in origin and the master looked upon the mortal with disgust and hatred.

"What is it?" He asked with annoyance filling his voice.

"We have some information regarding the events that transpired this past evening."

The master nodded and signaled the male vampire to proceed with his explanation. The male vampire then pulled back the mortal's head with force and with fear in his eyes the vampire hissed in his ears.

"Tell him what you've told me…now!"

The man had tears streaming down his head and as the time was pressing on and still he didn't speak the vampire dealt him a sharp blow to his stomach making the mortal almost wretch.

"The girl….she was a shuvanie…her mother was a gypsy. "

Then the man stopped, he was still reeking from the pain of the blow.

"And? What care do I have if she descends from the pestilence of magic vagabonds?"

The male vampire then spoke up.

"There is a bit more to it master…tell him now!"

The mortal man then looked up and gasped at the sight of the master's face.

"She was gifted with the sight…not foresight but the ability to spot evil when it is near, my guess is that she knew of your minion's inner nature and was leading him on to get someone to destroy him in the very alley she was killed in."

The master looked upon the mortal with disgust but intrigue as well.

"So this girl was a white hat." The master said to himself silently.

The mortal's eyes then sank to the floor as he tried to avoid any further contact.

"Master, she was working for a subset of the watcher's council infiltration. She was trying to bring down the order by kidnapping him and interrogating him just as they did to Merrick."

The master then turned to the gypsy and smiled with his fangs gleaming.

"Thank you for your helpfulness."

Then with a swift wave of his hands the vampire who held the mortal twisted his neck in a loud popping sound killing him instantly before dragging him out of the lair. The master let the thoughts flow through. If what the man said was true then it was a good thing that Luke had stumbled upon the girl and killed her. He could have been caught, of that he was certain, but he wasn't and they had dealt a sharp blow to the white hats plans. But another important alarming detail came to his mind about the entire contents of what information he had processed. The order was no longer safe in Ireland anymore. They were so close to being hunted down and eliminated. It was not something he was going to give them a chance to do any time soon.
"Then what we've learned tonight is something of a blessing mixed in with the poisons of a curse."

Darla turned and looked upon his face. She could practically sense his thoughts due to their close bond.

"Where do we go now my master?"

The master then turned to her and smiled with a slight look of uncertainty.

"We need to move to another safe house my child, it is no longer safe for us."

Darla nodded in understanding and then turned her back as she went to brush her hair again in front of her mirror.

"Yes master…"

Deep in the cellar of Vincent LaRouge.

"They found her in the alley in the clutches of the monster…we could not get to her in time."

A small yet well built man stood in front of another man. He fidgeted and seemed to play with his glasses out of nervousness. The man before him was a small husky British man with a graybeard and gray suit.

"I think we may have to make drastic decisions Barry," The old man said with sadness in his voice.

"Where do we go now?"

The old man lit his tobacco pipe and sat with his hands to his lap.

"We head to Spain…the new slayer is awaiting her new mission. I suspect the master will make his move there. We have drawn him out of hiding as we've seen. With that and the fact that we've gotten detailed maps of his safe house locations we know where he'll go next."

"Wesley, is the slayer ready to face any of the deciples he has created. They aren't everyday vampires, they are organized." The young man seemed troubled and scared that something was going to go badly.

"She is strong…she will be fine as long as Mrs. Virginia Pryce is there to train her."

The man nodded in agreement and then picked up a paper and quil.

"I will send word to her immediately to notify her of their arrival."

The older watcher nodded and them walked out into the dance hall. It was empty now and his footsteps echoed throughout the vacant air.

"She will have to be prepared my beloved…please have her ready."