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The west side of Bronson, is the territory to the Adrik faction. It is also the seat of most political power within the city, giving it thus a more upscale and noble appeal to it. Of course, this is what one sees on the surface.

Behind the scenes, major political figures have been ghouled by one Darvien Adrik, Lord to the Adrik faction and of the local vampires in west Bronson. He holds this part of city under his thumb and vampiric powers.

Xearus walked briskly picking his fangs as usual. He should of grabbed a bite to eat before this. But it was always hard enough to stomach Lord Adrik. The cheap shots the man took often made the young in body old in mind Xearus sick to his stomach. With all too much casualty he pushed open the doors. "Yeah, yeah, late. I know." Then he plopped into a chair in front of the desk in the room and propped his boots on the corner of the desk.

Feet thudded as heavy boots hit the ground. "So now I'm your fe-" Stop right there Xearus. He was already at odds with the lord vampire, no sense in making things worse for himself. Standing he offered a begrudged bow to Darvien. "Yes Lord Adrik, I'll bring back your fledgling." Turning on his heal with a slight billow of his trench coat he stalked out of the room and thus building, picking at his fangs again. "Some nerve...I'm above this. Just because I look like a child doesn't mean he can treat me as such..." A few more mumblings. Didn't matter to him, he had an appointment with Lynx tonight. A smirk. Heh, maybe I can lure that fledgling to Blackrose territory. She'd never make it back. Turning the corner, he headed for the east side of Bronson.

A blast of cool air condenses and forms wisps of vapor as Marx exits his refriderated room, licking his lips after a good meal. His kill for the night went exceptionally well however the victim was a bit more... clingy, then most. Marx looks at his wrinkled sleeves and pants and slightly frowns, his usually chisled face forming an unusal expression. He brushes at them trying to straighten them out but to no avail. The frown flickers again. He must not present himself as such, but there was no time for him to worry. He had dawdled long enough. He briskly walks down the corridor, his boots causing a loud echo in the empty hallway as he makes his way to Lord Adrik's office.

As quietly as he was back in his assassin days, he opened the door and closed it. His feet suddenly became quiet and he glided toward Lord Adrik's desk.

"Good evening Lord Adrik. I have good news for you, the mayor's son in the other city has been dealt with and the mayor himself will come soon to seek your assitance, knowing your high stature."

Marx suddenly felt a chill climb up his back, but doesn't let the shudder show. He sees the look of anger in the reflection of the window and in a cool voice asks, "What has happened my Lord?"

Marx was about to ask how that was possible. He had no way to track another vampire unless he had slid a tracking device into the seams of the clothing, or if he had their daily schedule, but there was anger still flickering in the Lord's eyes.

"Yes Lord Adrik, it shall be done." He bowed and after standing up replaced his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. He quickly turned around and glided toward the door, leaving as noislessy as he came in.

As Marx walked again alone in the vast hallway he tried to think of a way to find this one named Xearus. The only description was a child. So a child entering the building must be the vampire he's looking for. But before heading down to the main floor and waiting in the lobby, he quickly stopped by a closed room and ironed his pants and jacket, still cursing the man for wrinkling them.

The lobby was empty and quiet, the few lights that were on gave the room a creepy glow. Marx stood there like a statue, staring at the lobby doors waiting for someone to come in. A tingling in the back of his through reminded him of his kill tonight. The taste of the greed-rich blood that he had started to make his mouth water again. But as soon as he thought of going back up to the room where he stored his meals, the doors flew open and a figure dashed in. Quickly he stepped into the figure's way.

"Master Xearus, I presume?"

His formality must've been unusual to him because the attitude of the young man was arragont and that immediately started to rack on Marx's nerves, but his face showed nothing. It usually never did.

"Good, please come this way, I was ordered by Lord Adrik to fetch you at once. He does not seem pleased." He led him toward the hallway and as their feet echoed his curiosity got the better of him.

"Master Xearus, if I may ask. What did you do to anger Lord Adrik?"