Snippet #1999

Acadia pouted. "Not even a little one?" she purred and folded her legs under her. She crossed her arms over the arm of the couch and leaned closer to him, staring into his eyes intently. "It is only a matter of time before something happens, Sermon, this cannot continue for more than another few years. Our two classes were so... well not compatible even before The War. Now we are the only ones left, sharing a city that should belong to the Crescent Moon." Her fists clenched and she had to fight back the low growl building in her chest. "Let us drive them out. Let them live among the trees if they crave rodent blood so and leave us to our city and our growing."

Acadia was not a politician. She was not a diplomat. She was a warrior. She understood that for all of their peaceful ways, the Full Moon Class were still vampires. They understood violence, intimidation, fear, and death and knew how to weild them as wepons as well. "We must either have some sort of total compromise," the word was disgusting in her mouth and synonymous with surrender, "or total conflict. It is not only I who feels this way. I hear them talk about it too, when they think I don't hear." She tossed her hair and leaned back again to see what he would make of that bit of intelligence.