Angel Alice Grimm's Story

Tristan heard voices ahead of him and pressed himself against the wall, peeking out slowly to watch an individual walk out of a room, he waited a while as his brain processed what he had heard of them becoming slaves as well as other humans that were somewhere in the house. By the sounds of it individual vampires were selected to certain humans, there was no if or buts to it, Tristan had to help even if it meant risking his own life to save others. It was something he was meant to do.

He couldn't let that happen, no one deserved to be put to slavery with vampires, perhaps Tristan did because of his reputation with Vampires. But no one else deserved that, taking out his rosary he kissed the crucifix muttering a quick prayer under his breath.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen

Wrapping his rosary around his wrist, taking a deep breath to clear his head the blow to his head was affecting him still but he had to shake it off. He readied his stake and charged at the individual pinning them to the wall.

" If you value your life, which I highly doubt you don't you will stay still. Vampire." He rested the stake on the vampires chest, both as a threat and a precaution, all he had to do was push. His other arm was pressed against the vampires neck protecting himself from a bite if the vampire retaliated.

" Now you will explain to me, before I kill you, why you have targeted these humans for slavery as well as myself. there has to a be a reason, were they sold to you? a deal of some sort made with mayors from villages to maybe cut now the number of attacks on livestock?"

Tristan waited a while letting the questions sink in " Answer me, now!" he ordered.

Ben sat on the floor, legs crossed, wary of Tacitus and her constant attempts to pet him like a dog. The other vampires didn't pat him like a pet, then again, they didn't really touch him in anyway, apart from the occasional brushing of arms in the corridor. Ben pulled his gloves a little tighter before taking the letter from Tacitus. He tried to avoid skin to skin contact with people, his power meaning he could discover their deepest secrets, their history, their innermost thoughts with just a single touch. He didn't like that. Everyone was entitled to have their secrets. No, he much preferred his machines. The only secret they had was how they functioned, something he was entitled to find out.

"Slayers?" Ben drawled out, the name leaving a sour taste in his mouth. It had been less than a month since his last run in with a group of them. He had hoped not to see another one for a fair few decades. He passed the letter on. This could only end badly. Still, he would probably end it with a mere human. His childish behaviour ensured that he didn't end up with a Slayer. The others, Julius in particular it seemed, believed that he wasn't in possession of a single responsible bone in his body. He was. It was his left little toe. That was the responsible bone in his body. He noticed that Julius had left the room, and that Tacitus was rising to follow him. He instinctively moved away from the mute vampire lest she try to pat his head again. He rose gracefully to his feet and followed his brethren, curious to find out more about Hikari. His progress was halted by a young man, a Slayer judging by the stake he was holding against Julius.

"Answer me now!" The young man ordered.

Benjamin raised an eyebrow. He placed a hand on the Slayer's arm that was pinned against Julius's neck, "Now, don't think I'm trying to tell you how to do your job, but I tend to find people are more open to answering if you're not trying to crush their vocal cords," he said, forcing the man's arm away. Benajamin looked between the young man and Julius. He nodded, apparently satisfied with the situation, "As you were gentleman." Benjamin slid off down the hallway, searching for Hikari's room. He leaned against a door. He could hear someone moving about inside. He knocked on the door. It was only polite, "Hikari?"