"Please…please spare us. We were only following our leader's orders…" The vampire boy screeched as Amos shot on his legs with the vervain-filled bullets. His friends quivered with trepidation seeing his condition. They were afraid for their own turns.
Crimson was seated leisurely on the grand Louis chair with his head rested back and eyes closed. He was tapping his fingers on the armrest while enjoying the screams of the young bloodsuckers. They were not giving him any useful information to his dismay.
"Which leader are you talking about?" Amos demanded him but the poor vampire remained silent, barely breathing, engrossed in his misery.
Crimson beckoned Amos with his hand for something and Amos nodded turning to the next victim who immediately recoiled back to the wall in fear seeing the attention coming to him now, he was visibly shaking.
"Would you like to open your mouth, boy? Tell us who is your leader?"