Time || 3:30 P.M.
Date || Friday, 5 December 2013
Location || Rose City
Date || Friday, 5 December 2013
Location || Rose City
Klaus’s mind was a galaxy; littered with a plethora of stars and planets. Thoughts like meteors zoomed from every angle of his brain. His sun was his cause and the asteroids were his targets. Constellations mapped out his plans and as he marched forward into action. His weapon of choice was grasped in tight tanned fists, dark intelligent eyes scanning the area with practiced precision. He inhaled the crisp air, the scent of rotting leaves and damp earth entering his nostrils. Poise and alert, Klaus’s muscles tensed as he and his fleet approached the House of the Night Children.
Nodding his head at a group of his men, Klaus watched them from the shadows of the trees. He observed from afar; his fellow hunters examining the perimeter. They scrutinized the outside. There was uneasy nestled in the pit of Klaus’s stomach when not a soul stirred in the windows of the estate. Something was amiss…it all felt too easy, too barren. His eyes cut to his second in command, his gaze alight with frustration and realization.
“They fled,” He said, curtly just as a hunter approached him with a report that confirmed his inquiry.
His jaw clenched, as did his large fists. The leader ventured forward onto the premises; his crossbow raised and ready to fire. One could never be too safe. As his shifty eyes darted from window to window, the constellations in his mind altered themselves; changing shape as he tried to rearrange his plans. Boldly, the hunter walked to the entrance; kicking the double doors in before stomping into the estate.
“Search every crevice of this forsaken place, do you understand me? I want to know where they’ve found refuge, when they left, who they ate for breakfast.” He dark eyes darted to his second in command. “Whatever they find, I want to know about it. I must take my leave now. I have a witch to interrogate.”