Snippet #2367933

Malice Whateley

Malice smiled at Alcyone’s response, “You’re so beautiful when you’re angry.” She teased flirtatiously. “The cook saw me as I left, I would’ve killed her earlier but I thought I’d save myself the lecture when I got back.”

She readied herself as Alcyone reached out to grab her arm, the flash of blue light enveloping them quickly before the wood of Alcyone’s office floor reformed under her boots replacing the soft grass. “I will never get used to that.” Malice commented, lowering Maccus’ sleeping body down into a chair, stepping back as Alcyone busied herself with cleaning him up.

“You know chances are the Witches will blame you for Maccus’ departure.” Malice commented, walking across to the other side of the office, reading one of the certificates that littered the walls. “You were there at the right time after all. It might make sense to either go back and continue to feign ignorance or totally come out as opposing them.”

Turning around Malice leant against the wall, her boot resting against the wall. “I personally think it’s high time we had a change of scenery around here and with the Penumbra under your name you’re hardly without supporters.”

“In fact I think it’s high time you made your imperial move. You’ve been craving that kind of power for years anyway.” Malice put a hand into her coat and removed a pack of cigarettes she had taken from the house and sparked one up, tossing one over in Alcyone’s direction.

“And if you don’t make some sort of move then this opportunity would be wasted. It’s not often when you have such a momentous advantage as proof that they are dabbling in forced control of the Vampires.” Smoke rose from Malice’s mouth as she spoke. “It’s time to raise an army, Alcyone.” She smiled sinisterly.