He looked back down at the picture, and a growl escaped him. The damn humans would have to learn once and for all.
Vampires would always remain at the top of the food chain.
He turned in a circle, glancing around the hallway. It had been lonely before. His loins ached for Athena at the thought of filling the place with little vamps.
It was time he took back his clan.
He stormed down the hall in the direction Linkin had disappeared.
The past year he’d been gone, he had traveled the world helping other vampire clans.
Now it was time for him to do what he must for his clan.
He jogged down the stairs that led to the lower level where the sparring room was located.
He arrived at the door and pushed it open. It was a wide, open gym with plenty of exercise equipment and mats for the men to practice on their fighting techniques.
The men paused and faced to him. Silence fell.
They each stood straight and nodded to him out of respect. Sorin returned the gesture. The ten men were the strongest vampires who protected the vampires of the Las Vegas clan. Sorin knew them all. Some of them worked security at the casino.
Linkin stood in front of them and held his hand out. “They are ready for your direction, clan leader.”
Each of the vampires were large and fierce. They were the deadliest and were trained by Linkin, who led them.
“Two nights ago, I was followed by two human hunters. They had the audacity to pull their weapons on me,” Sorin began.
Growls filled the room. He held up a hand, and everyone quieted.
“Don’t worry. One I drained dry, and the other one I sent back to his people with a message.”
Satisfied grunts sounded.
Linkin stepped forward. “We are ready, sir.”
“I want this group of hunters eradicated. Vampires will not be threatened by them. They do not run Vegas, we do.”
“Two of the vampires who worked at the Downtown Sanctuary were reported missing. There was an investigation, and it was discovered that one was staked in the back alley, and the other, we aren’t sure of his whereabouts,” Linkin said.
Sorin stared out the window of the limo. He glanced down at his watch and cursed. They would stop by the feeding sanctuary and then return to the casino so he could catch Athena’s performance.
It had pained him so to leave her, but thanks to his severe allergy to the sun, he’d had to. There would be no way to explain the severe burns or him turning into ash.
“I want the security increased at all the sanctuaries. Those are safe places for vampires to feed. They shouldn’t live in fear that they will be staked for trying to live.”
Sanctuaries were clubs strictly for vampires. They were unlabeled and had a mark on the building that was identifiable to vampires only.
It was a safe place for them to go convene.
Willing humans came to give a pint of blood and were compensated well for their donation.
“Yes, sir.”
They fell into a comfortable silence. Sorin’s phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. He reached inside and pulled it out. He didn’t recognize the number.
“What?” he growled, answering it.
“Oh, um, I’m sorry,” a familiar husky voice greeted his ears.