It would have been safer to move through the yacht in crinos form, but WarCry didn't feel like crawling through halls and doors barely designed for a six foot man, let alone a nine foot monster. The klaive in his hand would suffice for anything that jumped out at him.
The first vampire he came to was in the lounge that led to the master suite. There were actually two, both sleeping, so they never moved when WarCry separated their heads from their bodies. That was when he caught the smell. Without missing a step, WarCry destroyed the door to the bedroom and strode through. There he found a vampire that he assumed to be Cynthia Deevers standing over Alyx, a large syringe in her hand. The syringe was full, so she hadn't given the injection yet.
Taking two strides, WarCry grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.
"What did you do to her?"
"Can't….talk…."
WarCry knew it wasn't a breathing issue, but he imagined crushing the vocal cords would make speaking a bit tough, so he loosed his grip…slightly.
"Special serum…acts as a sedative for vampires. She'll be waking up soon."
"Karrde, she's mine, let her go."
Looking over his shoulder, WarCry saw Erik Geier walk in. Nicky wasn't with him, probably back wherever it was he hid in town. He released his grip, letting Deevers slide the two feet back to the deck. He walked over and grabbed the chains holding his wife, snapping them with a twist.
"My Prince, this animal has invaded my Haven and…." Geier cut Deevers off with a wave of his hand.
"You will accompany me to my home, where the Primogen council is waiting to rule on your fate. You will come peacefully, or I will hire Mr. Karrde here to escort you."
Hanging her head, knowing her game was over, she mumbled, barely audible.
"I will come along, my Prince."
"Geier, wait. Alyx is coming around and has something to tell you."
Alyxandra raised her head, somewhat drunkenly.
"She wanted a text she thought I had…said it had a blood rite that would allow her to control any Gangrel. She thought my sister had it and gave it to me." With that, her head dropped back to her chest.
"I know what clan your wife is, Karrde," Geier started.
"Ventrue," Alyx mumbled. Karrde just gave a sad little grin and shook his head.
"Is she serious?" the Prince finished his thought.
"I can't say for certain, sir, but I will say, I don't think I've ever seen her that lucid."
The Arch Prince nodded as Karrde scooped his wife into his arms. He waved them through the door ahead of himself. As they made their way back into the lounge, Alyx's arm lashed out like a serpent and grabbed Deevers' shirt front, pulling the Tremere closer.
"What do you think of puppies now?"