Snippet #1695043

Oren had been sat staring out of the window, watching the passing countryside, when she heard the electronic sound of her phone going off. She immediately lifted her head and looked round.
"That's my phone." she growled.
"Who has it?"

One of the vampires in the passenger seat slipped the thing out of her pocket. The thing look battered, like it had been stepped on a few times, half the screen a mess of dead pixels. Oren reached out to grab it, but the vamp threw it to Nero, who deftly snatched it away from Oren and looked it over, chuckling in amusement.
"Oren, have you got yourself an admirer now?" he asked.
"Some poor supernatural with no taste or no sense? My I do pity him...so many beautiful vampire ladies out there and he ended up interested in you. No accounting for taste I suppose..."

Oren lunged forwards, trying to grab it and Nero held it out of her way.
"Give it to me you smug bastard!" she hissed, baring her fangs.
"I'll bite your fucking hand off!"

The clan leader raised an eyebrow.
"Is that a threat?" he asked.
"I can tolerate your rudeness Oren, but I will not tolerate being threatened."

His hand snapped out and he grabbed her wrist, engaging his abilities. Oren gasped as double over, clutching her ribs as a red stain spread across her top. After a moment Nero pushed her back towards her spot by the window and put the phone into his pocket.

"You can have the phone if and when we choose to release you. Until then, threats are not going to be tolerated."

At the point the car drew to a halt for a moment. The driver pointed it out to them, revealing the Delegate HQ downhill from there. Nero nodded his head.
"Alright, take us down there, we may as well get a measure of the place now."