“You bitch...!” He growled, the blood in his throat making his voice sound garbled and weak. He put his hand firmly on his collarbone, and felt it quickly soak with crimson claret. “I'll kill... you.”
“Mmm, but that is what you said last time, yes?” She brought her lips close to his ear, and whispered seductively. “And we both now how that worked out.” She gently brushed over his eye patch with her thumb. Letting out an almost ethereal laugh, she cupped his chin with her velvet-gloved hand. With ease, she pushed him over, and with a thud, the back of his head hit the cobblestone street. “You know what I am after little boy. So why don't you simply give it unto me?” She traced her finger across his bloodied chest, and with it, came a line of searing pain. Her eyes began to glow fiercely with a rose-coloured hue, and she lowered her chest onto his. However, a small smirk escaped him, as the javelin impaled the woman, starkly through her breastbone. A scarlet ichor dripped from her mouth as her snowy hair fell onto his face and her regal smile twisted into a pouting frown. The two of them continued to bleed out, as she rested her head on the nape of his neck, and softly spoke;
“Can you hear the birds?”
...
He was jolted awake, gasping and breathing heavily, by the squawk of a raven flying swiftly past his window. He whipped his head towards his bedroom wall, observing his face in the mirror which was mounted above his desk. He slowed his breathing as he observed, taking note of the glowing green seal that covered his left eye. It was still there. Of course it was.He cursed under his breath to no one in particular, as he threw his sheets off of his sweat covered body, and entered the bathroom on the side of his quarters. after a quick soak in the tub, he threw on black slacks a plain white undershirt, and of course, his accursed black eye patch, and exited his room, heading down the hallway towards the dining room.
"Good morning, master Calloway." One of the maids said, curtsying halfheartedly to him as he made his way towards the breakfast table, the bright candles in the chandelier like daggers to his sleep-deprived eyes. Or at least the one that still worked.
"What'll you have for breakfast?" She asked.
"I don't care." He said, pulling up and chair and slumping down rudely. "Ah, the usual." She replied, with a hint of sarcasm. After a few minutes of resting his head on the table, hair still wet, he was brought a large plate of mostly meat; Sausage, bacon, a medium-sized steak, and a large cup of black coffee. He began eating, and through a half-full mouth, he looked up at the others who had decided to have breakfast, asking: "Aye, what's on the agenda today?"
"Don't be a cretin Lonan." Lonan rolled his eye as his father chastised him. "Nothing has come up for today as of yet, so you and Matrim will be visiting a brothel near Reaver's Straight to gather information about one of the more frequent clients, whom we suspect has had dealing with Them. I'll have you take Emilio as well." Lonan chuckled at the thought of his younger brother in a brothel."The rest of you are free to do as you please. I'll be in my study." He said, grabbing his teacup and exiting the dining room. "Well, should be fun for you Mat, you go to those places all the time, right?" He said, teasing his partner.