Derick Lieker
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☣ Derick sighed slightly to himself knowing the time for the blood exchange would have to wait until a more appropriate time. He took a minute to let his sense fly to see who all had shown up at his humble abode, yes Camille had mentioned who or rather just part of who but he wanted his own senses to drift over them to better picture them in his mind. Once his sense hit them he knew now who it was that stood at the door. He had seem all three of them fight back at the palace, only three, he thought to himself, if this is all they brought they are really overestimating themselves. The only one his concerns would lie on was Kiki, they had met once before, when he was still young and his parents still lived. He didn’t remember most of the conversation but he did remember one thing, “so much for being an observer,” he said out loud, “observers don’t take part in the fight. You are nothing but a liar Kiki.” If she could hear him or not through the walls didn’t matter he was just stating the thought that had appeared in his head when he sensed her presence.
He smiled at Camille as he felt her unleash a spell, this was why he brought her here, to make full use of her ability, if any decided to follow them. This place was streaming with death, after all, it was where he had his family massacred and then where he himself killed off and fed on the humans. They had thought he would be as easy to kill as his parents were, but they were horribly mistaken. “He may be closer to use then that angel, but that still doesn’t mean he will side with us,” Derick said addressing what Camille had said about Ignus. He knew all too well that not all vampires had the blood lust and carnage in them, that some were soft and weak and cared far too much for their cattle, so he wouldn’t expect much from this one till he saw it himself, and his mind control only worked on the weak minded, he knew he wouldn’t be able to capture any of their minds for his use.
Shaking the thoughts out of his head he made his way after Camille. “Yes this is my lair, but only one of them. The other one I have is a little more subtle and not so easy to find, even if you are following a scent,” he said when she mentioned that this was his. The other lair he was talking about was underground, and not just your everyday tunnels, no it was a mansion that he had had built underground and the entrance was not so easy to find unless you knew what to look for. That lair was the one he actually lived in. He did visit this place every so often though, mainly just to feed on his servants, an easy meal, so he would call it. Derick took the lead leading Camille onto the rooftop to overlook their intruders. He could easily jump down but he did love a show, but with them fighting Camilie’s ghosts, zombies, or whatever you wanted to call them he didn’t want to interrupt their fight. He only watched, for now, as his eyes grew redder and a wicked smile grew on his face exposing his fangs.
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