by Alessia Abate » Fri Nov 17, 2017 1:15 pm
Michael stumbled along the alleyways away from the house, desperately trying to get away. Two neighborhoods later, he was still doing his best to stay out of sight when he stumbled into a young woman standing in his way. "Hello, grandfather."
"Alessia! I am so glad to see you. We have to get out of London. They'll be coming after us."
"Will they now? And whose fault is that?" Her eyes flashed in the darkness of the alley.
Michael looked indignant. "You signed onto this plan, the same as the rest of us. You knew all that we had to gain..."
"And I recommended patience and a deliberative approach. You let that little bitch Bianca talk you into rushing things. You had a chance to correct her error, but you just had to take the Queen and leave your King wide open."
Now Michael was angry, "How dare you..." He went to slap her, but she grabbed his wrist and held it firm as he struggled.
"You have damaged the family. Your recklessness has cost the lives of both family members and allies. I have spoken with the Inner Circle and they have declared that your blood is now forfeit." She grinned at him and he visibly paled, her fangs obvious in the dull sky glow of the city, "More to the point, your blood is *mine*." Lightning fast, her head darted in, fangs sinking into his neck as he tried to push her off, but was unable to. His struggles got weaker and weaker as she continued to feed. Finally, she pulled away, looking him in the eyes. "Bianca never understood that being in someone else's shadow is the best place to really grow. It's a lesson I learned early and well. Thank you for that." She darted in again, drinking differently this time, a long hard pull that seemed to make the alley darker, if only temporarily. When she pulled away again, she released his wrist and he collapsed back onto the ground, quite dead. His body began to rapidly flake away like ash on the wind until virtually nothing was left.
Alessia reached up and wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb before pulling out her phone. A quick dial and she placed it to her ear as he walked out of the alleyway and towards a waiting car. "Yes, it's me. ... It's done. ... No, I'll be returning to Italy. Leaving tonight. ... Well, start shuffling the assets around and find us some new places. ... No, just me. Cut all the England staff loose. ... Stop worrying. We'll deal with the insult later. ... Right. I'll see you then." She slid into the back of the car and tapped the driver on the shoulder, "Let's go." The car pulls away, heading down the street.