Death blew in through the window in a cloud of smoke. The smoke settled on the floor of the great hall as though it was dry ice. It moved and bubbled giving away its nature.
“You finally made it.” The Vampyre sat lazily in a red reclining sofa chair. The chair didn’t fit the decor, it wasn’t wooden nor handcrafted like every other piece in the hall.
The smoke shot up solidifying into what seemed to be a marching band member. The body’s hair was shoulder length and as black as the uniform.
“I’m not at your beck and call Radu.” His voice sullen and deep matching the face of the possessed.
“I did not mean to imply that you were. I have just been anxiously waiting for you to arrive.”
“Of course you have. What have you got to tell me?”
“The servant that I sent to pick up the Omokane has been captured by the Refuge. I made sure that he isn’t aware of this location.” Death stepped slowly over to Radu, each step loudly splitting the floor like a frozen lake. Radu’s eyes opened wide, unmoving. Death wrapped his hand around Radu’s neck lifting him from his seat.
“Uck!” He flapped his arms and legs. He didn’t need to breathe to live but he wasn’t enjoying the experience.
“You didn’t pick him to have him get caught! Now you will not be able to sneak out the Jar! Even if he didn’t know where to find this place he knows other things!” Death threw him to the ground.
He jumped up and straightened his clothes.
“I thought something might happen, so I sent someone expendable. Even then, he is blood cursed, it will take them a while to get anything out of him.”
“Reese has a vampire friend. If your lacky hasn’t given them everything already, he will any moment.”
“It would have been nice if I had been told this earlier. An original soulless could come in handy.”
“What do you plan on doing about this Radu?”
“I am going to stalk my prey, learn its habits. Then I will strike.”
“If I have to threaten you again… it will be the last time.” The body turned back to smoke and the smoke returned to air.
“I am truly sorry master, I will learn from this mistake.”
Maeve knelt next to Gomez’ body. She felt bad for him at least she thought that she should. Feelings were never really one of her traits, even when she was human she could not remember feeling happy or sad just blank. She often made the assumption that even if being a Shaphist hadn’t made her a psychopath, she would have become one anyway.
Normally being soulless is associated with being completely emotionless, only feeling what those around them are feeling. Maeve is one of the soulless that this applies to. She has gotten very good at faking the normal spectrum of emotion, being able to directly empathise with people made it easy for her.
She still couldn’t help feeling a pinch of regret, maybe it was an emotion that had settled in the air. Perhaps Gomez’ spirit had yet to leave this place and she was feeling the ties that held him to this world. She thought of many possibilities, neglecting the obvious.
Maybe Grayson had started to rub off on her. Caring whether people live or die, piecing together the crime in her head. Probably the reason she needed to get away.
“You got any ideas on what happened here?” Reese asked as he stepped through the doorway.
“Gomez came for revenge, he obviously left this place out of his story so that we wouldn’t keep him away. He had an epic fight with the Vampyre outside but got stabbed in the back. Et tu Brute.”
“It probably wasn’t a grand betrayal, but he did get the ol’ Caesar salad. And the fight probably wasn’t that epic, probably got him with the stinger and basically sealed his doom.”
“Poor bastard, looks like he could have taken one.”
“I’m not even sure how he did that. He must have had an artifact of some kind to help him keep up with soulless hyperspeed.”
“You find anything like that on him?”
“Well what? Oh! Okay.” Maeve lent down and rolled Gomez’ body over.
“Is that the sword of Saint Quinn?” She picked it up and held it very carefully so not to let the blade even touch her.
“Quinn’s sword is Vatican city’s Refuge vault. This must be a replica and have similar power.”
“So it wouldn’t smite soulless, you’ll be okay.”
“I’m not going to risk it thanks.”