Snippet #1120059

"Everybody! Everybody! Gather 'round! Tonight we celebrate our victory of conquering this city! This state! This country!!!"
Alaster's clan roared below him and he grinned with pleasure. Unified as one, built strong, fighting stronger, and stealing with speed and grace that no mortal, nor immortal, would ever be gifted with. He had raised his clan well and thought them to be the most beautiful sight he'd seen in a while. Tall and thin most of them were. Like sleek, agile, blood thirsty felines on the loose, hunting whatever came their way. He took pride in his clan and it pleased him to see them do so well.

"You have all brought in many recruits. I expect them all to be trained in the harshest conditions, as were you. Any that cannot handle their...'initiation' shall be killed immediately. If any of you fail to do so, I shall have you gutted, drained, and fed to the rest of the clan." The crowd grew quiet, a few whispers and murmurs breaking through the silence here and there.
"I would also like to congratulate us on our 'Population Control'. Never have I seen our clan this vicious and blood thirsty. Your blood lust is growing stronger and stronger, use it to your advantage. Let your senses guide you in your thievery, seduction, and total conquer over the human race. We are the superior race! We shall dominate this world and call it ours!"

The crowd roared again, and festivities were continued. Two male Ravnos brought forth three young female humans to Alaster. He inspected them, 'checked them out' and decided their fate.
"Kill the smallest one. Drain her completely. These two.." he pointed to two brunettes of 5'6", 130 lbs stature, "these two are to be brought to my guest room and pampered. The two ravnos nodded, one grabbing the smaller girl, the other guiding the two brunettes.

Alaster sighed as he made his way through a doorway on his left, heading to the main hall way in the second floor. he headed towards his 'day' room, looking into a large mirror. Seeing his reflection, his grimaced. He was always constant. No matter the clothes he wore, the style of his manner or speech; he remained the same. He scoffed at himself, brushed his hair, fixed his suit, and headed towards his 'guest' room. Really, it was a room for the women he fed on to feel comfortable.
Looking back once more to the mirror, his shook his head, and his eyes glanced towards a window.
Almost day break. I better have my fun now and get my rest.
He called over a guard and ordered him to announce the slumber for the night to the rest of the clan.
Smugly, he headed towards the new women. As he entered their room, he gave a sly smile, "Was I to be expected into a ladies room at such hour?" The women giggled, unknowing to their ever approaching fate.