The quiet in the room was a forum of sacred fear. Every breath, calculated and fear–instilled.
Sullivan rubbed his temples. It had been a while since he used his fangs venom to feed on a fellow vampire. The blood moved through his veins, circulating enough to brighten the redness of his eyes. "Look who we have here." He mused, eyes flashing through Briya and Martin. Both looked away, eyes pressed on bottles. "Vote Sullivan out of the board for a demotion. Yes or No."
"Michael…" Briya's tone was unstable, his mind ignorant of what Sullivan planned for him. "...this.. errmmm…" He looked to Martin for support but the fox wasn't paying him attention. "....we can amicably solve this."
"Righ. Right." Volamen, another elderly Vampire on the board, instantly agreed.
Sullivan ignored their weak attempt to water his anger and continued. "Digolo Jantomi." He called, red eyes moving over the gentle human seated near Lewa. "Despite my mercy towards your crude past, you dare vote me out."
