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Kassandra didn’t seem to think it important to wait until he had left before she took off. It didn’t matter to him really, he knew where she was going and it meant nothing who got there first. Things were already unfolding in a progressively shitty fashion anyway.

He glanced over his shoulder a last time at Alette. Only one who knew who he was beneath the veneer would see the worry and words of caution to his mistress. The care and love behind the unshakable control. He took off in unbridled haste, letting the wind and urgency clear his mind. He would need to be clearheaded so that his brother had the best chance of surviving their confrontation.

Rourke took a straight route out of the city but stopped on the outskirts to feed. He was a particular man, preferring slender, natural brunette women or large robust men as their blood went down better. He was in a hurry though and would take what he could get, the tall redheaded woman would do. The long stemmed fragrant rose offered more than he was shopping for however, and the chemicals from repeatedly coloring her hair tainted the flavor of her blood. When was satisfied he left her smiling dreamily at her front door.

He took an overly circuitous path back to the mansion, crossing over his tracks multiple times and stopping only to push open the front door without ripping it from its hinges. Rourke’s temper had cooled considerably by the time he stepped into the dark and familiar foyer so that his stride through his home was controlled. His steps were measured as he climbed the grand staircase and turned down the hall that only he, Alette and Alastar lived in. Rourke didn’t pause as Alastar approached out of the dark hall that stank of werewolf, idly he wondered if he’d have to move out of his room to avoid the acrid stench of wet dog. Kassandra’s scent permeated the area too.

A vampire’s movements were like running water, fluid and flowing uninterrupted from one into the next. This was possibly how it looked when he pulled his right hand from his pocket, curled it into it a first and greeted his brother.

He leaned against one of the walls and simply hung his head, after a moment he whispered, “What the <********> is going on here?” He looked to his brother and hoped to all hell for a good answer. He feared and knew there wasn’t one.

Rourke was not a liar and he’d be just that if he said hitting Alastar did not make him feel better. It was not the same as hitting a normal human man with warmer and softer skin. The satisfaction was just as palpable. Alastar’s explanation, however, did nothing to sooth his frayed nerves, they still sparked and crackled. Nevertheless, he listened without interrupting, let it his brother speak while the information simmered.

His eyes closed, his head rolled back on the wall, it seems I’ve held onto a number of predictable human habits. “I’m aware of your latest…possession.” Despite himself a small smile spilled onto his lips, it was quickly swept away, “Your accomplice did a piss poor job of dissuading me of coming after you and that you were not the author of all this. If I were someone else and I did not know you so well I would not have believed her.” He paused a long moment as he wondered what to do or what would become of Kassandra, “She’s only a child, too young to know the extent of what she has become involved in.” Unfortunately, she was caught up in it all simply because she is what she is. They all were.

“I understand what you aim to accomplish here and necessity of capitalizing on an uncommon opportunity. Don’t you think I want peace as well? Christ! I long for more than pretending to be civil. Werewolves and vampires are outcasts in a society that don’t even know we exist and both in our own ways, but we are outcasts nonetheless. We understand each other, we are one and the same and yet here we stand, centuries later, cutting limbs from ourselves, but is this really the way to get to the end of this?” It was a rhetorical question, there was no undo button for this. It was one thing to obey the orders that you’re given that lead to incessant death, but it is another matter entirely to be the one doling out those orders. This as a different burden the leaders had to bear.

Rourke straightened from the wall and opened his eyes, reflecting was not his favorite pastime. There so few good things back there it was easy to lose sight of them in the miasma of filth he had to wade through. He returned his hands to his pockets and stood with legs slightly apart, another lingering human habit, “There is nothing do be done of the kidnapping and whether or not I agree with it, we simply can’t return the creature. We’ve long been outside their good graces and forgiveness is not one of their priorities right now. How involved is Kassandra in all of this?” Rourke would rather not have her mixed up in it at all but it was too late, he was not sure though what would become of her, “Like I said, she’s so very young and it’s best that she knows only what she needs to anyway.”

He strode past Alastar, hands still tucked away, “I’d like to meet your charge whose smell you’ve let soil our home. Who did you take y the way? As soon as is possible we'll have to discuss this before they take action.” Yes, the s**t was gathering to hit the proverbial fan, it was only a matter of time.

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