217 Guardian

  "Hey vampire," Adete whispered and tucked onto the red scarf, the voice seemed worried.

  "What is it?" he asked whilst puffing smoke.

  "Something about the glances people are giving us isn't right. Can't you feel that cold stare onto our backs, honestly, it's making me thirsty for blood," she began to drool, the face lit as if a starved man in front of a buffet.

  "Keep it down," a quick tap on the head later, the bat-girl flew and sat atop his head. A quick glance inside the car – on the radio displayed *14:28.*  Beautiful cars continued to park behind one another. Most had their sight taken by full with Void standing at the front. Many knew about its value – taken by wonder and jealousy, those who served the other families lost. A subconscious strike to their pride. Not only did the masters relish in each individual superiority, but those employed to said families also had pride. Not on the same arrogant level, but similar.