One Of Two Things
James stood there in the darkness outside the basement, waiting.
He always liked this part of his hunts.
He savored the fear that came from his enemies whenever they realized that they were cornered by a being they could not possibly defeat.
Here in Faewall, he was that being.
Not even Ezra Matten, his fellow prince, could stand before him in this city.
The only person who could threaten him was Anya but she was on his side.
"Hello, little rat." He called out, listening intently.
Nothing.
No sound came from behind the door.
Perfect. That's the sound of a vampire in battle mode.
"Playing hard to get, I see." He laughed at the closed door. "How about this?"
He hummed like he was considering what to have for dinner.
"Come out here of your own accord and I'll make your death swift." He said. "Stay in there and when I come in, I'll make sure you meet the same fate as your... role model, Nicodemus."