James let the body fall to the ground. He closed his eyes, heart hammering, savoring the sweet, hot blood he'd just drank. Humans were the best to feed off of when they were so afraid that they realized that there was no hope in attempting to fight; that it was better to let death embrace them in its cold clutches, than to fight and prolong the agony of dying.
He blinked rapidly and shook his head, trying to free his mind from the Lust for blood that, if not kept in check, could lead him to kill the woman standing behind him as well. Still breathing heavily, he opened his eyes, and for an instant the iris was as crimson as the blood on his lips, but he blinked several more times, and the red faded to a piercing, ice-blue.
"Is that what you want?" he asked hoarsely of the woman. "Is that what you wish me to do? You want to be able to "relate" with me, and that is what you wish for?" The woman, obviously terrified of the random killing her wise and omnipotent master had just committed, shook her head. James looked at her with a fake expression of incredulousness, "But I thought you just said that you "wished to be closer" to me," he commented in false disbelief, "what was it you said? Ah, yes, 'James, let me share in your pain, make me, let me feel as you do.'" As he spoke he was advancing on her, his voice soft, but there was no disguising the loathing and anger in it, though the foolish girl couldn't sense it.
She shook her head again, whimpering that she didn't mean what she said, that she was sorry, that she didn't understand what she was implying.
"Get out of my sight!" James snarled, seizing her by the scruff of the neck and casting her out the door. To the Vampire who stood guard across the hall, James simply said, "keep her alive until I decide what to do with her." Other set of Faithfuls appeared and dragged the crying mortal away, and James jerking his head towards the body on the floor in his room said, "And get rid of that body by the time I get back!"
He slammed the door to his rooms, and stalked off down the corridor.
After a few hours of hunting, James returned to his chambers.
He had thought long and hard of how to work out his newest assignment. It would be difficult, and the woman they had been trying to access could be the wrong girl; but he knew how to prove, once and for all, whether the girl was the one or not.
He called to his personal Faithfuls to bring in a man who had been causing him trouble for a while. James settled in the seat behind his desk, to wait for the man.
The young man appeared, breathless and panting. James eased out of his chair and stood so he leaned against the front of his desk, appearing casual, in a sinister way.
The young man bowed and said, "I was asked for, my lord. What service can I provide?"
James smiled, he loved it when the arrogant were benevolent. He said simply, "I have a mission for you."
The young man frowned but remained silent as James explained it to him. When he was done, the man left and James contacted the laboratories, informing them of what he was planning.
