James stood before his Master, a humble servant, the only being in the entire League of Nichelle to whom he had to bow. Everyone else had to bow down to him. He was the strongest and longest living Turn of Alexander Tsar, leader of the Continent's Nichelle compounds, and one of the most powerful vampires still alive. Being the Turn of Alexander Tsar also made it so that he was related to Louis Nichelle, though distantly; Tsar was the Turn of Nichelle. The woman who was meant to ascend to the leadership of the League, if Nichelle should die, trained Tsar, but he killed the woman and took her place as Nichelle's heir. That had been six hundred years before.
Now James was one of the greatest, most feared and admired beings in the world. The Agents wanted to kill him, Vampires from other Leagues wanted to kill him, and the Vampires he ruled over, wanted to be him, or eliminate him. It had been long since he had taken on a student. Almost a hundred and sixty years, in fact. And now Tsar was ordering him who his next Turn would be, and James wasn't happy.
"I don't see why I have to do it," he said softly to Tsar, "why is it that Ashmore can't?" he nodded his head in the direction of the Vampire standing beside him, the only other man for miles around who was actually his equal.
Tsar sighed and watched his fingertips as he tapped them together, "you know James, I could have you killed for such insubordination. I know of many who would wish to take your place. I have selected you because you are the only one I trust to do it, and I know that you won't take any bull shit for training her. My mind is made up."
James was really getting pissed off, "but Sir," he began to protest, but Tsar cut him off as he rose to his feet.
"But nothing," he said in a soft voice full of venom, "I grow tired of this back talk James. I charge you with the task of training the Agent once she has undergone her transformation, and I have assigned Benjamin to look after the city's affairs whilst you attend to your student. I will hear no more debate on the matter." The man paused, and stared both the younger Vampires down, a look that would have caused any other person to faint, or at least recoil, but neither even blinked, let alone flinch. "You are both dismissed." The two men turned to leave, and as James was about to walk through the door, a voice in his ear said, "James, if you ever talk to me in such a way again, I swear, I will rip out your throat. I've done it once; I'll do it again. Understood?"
James turned slightly, the older Vampire was at his shoulder, and he grinned showing off his fangs, saying, "of course, Master," with as much contempt and loathing as he could. He shrugged off Tsar and walked through the door, and swept down the corridor and out of sight.
He went back to his chambers, but paused before he opened the door. James decided that he needed to go out and headed off to Vanessa's chambers. She was always interesting to bring along if he wanted to have some fun.
She was in her chambers with Andrew; they were both wanted to go out. Andrew had not gone out for about a month, so the real world would do him some good. James desired nothing more than to rip open some poor soul's throat, and suck away their life as the blood flowed thought him.
He hoped that his suspicions were proved correct before he was forced to turn the twit. James did not look forward to teaching the way of life for Vampires to an Agent…
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