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Why didn’t the Division know any of this? Maybe Ford was right when he said there were secrets to be learned. “I swear this gets more absurd by the minute. I am sitting across from a vampire who is telling me all the while I have been thinking vampires killed my father, it was really something no one believes exists and that same something is now killing vampires.”
“I know it is hard to digest but all the information I have gathered points to it as the truth. My first dead vampire with his throat ripped out turned up in Brazil about 4 months ago. No one thought anything of it. Vampires fight over money, power, wealth, territory, women all the time. We are after all predators and overly aggressive by nature. We do not suffer others encroaching on our territory or undermining our authority lightly. While the vampire was not a Lord, he was a Viceroy, a vampire noble that does not hold authority over anyone outside of the lands he owns but has accumulated enough wealth and influence to hold an exalted position within the hierarchy of vampire society. In our society you keep what you kill, and I found it odd that no one ever came forward to claim the title, lands, and wealth that came with the kill. The second and third murders happened in Colombia and Peru. They were also Viceroys and no one came forward to take credit for their kills either. There were also reports of wolf sitings around the areas each of the Viceroys were killed in.”
“But my father was killed fifteen years ago,” Cara said as her mind tried to make sense of the new information. “Why would something murder him then lay low only to pop up fifteen years later conspicuously killing vampires important enough to be noticed by the Crowned Prince?”
“I think the vampires were intended to send a message to us. The wolves may pose a threat, which I will not allow. I will protect my people and our society at any cost.” Aiden delivered the last part with the fierceness of a leader protecting his people. And not one that saw his subjects only as peons obligated to do his bidding, but one that saw his subjects for what they truly were… people. People who relied on him and looked to him for guidance and protection. People whom he was as obligated to serve as they were him. Cara found herself comparing what she had seen and learned of Aiden to what she knew of his father. All the intelligence the Division had been able to gather about the father-son duo reported that Viktor created Aiden in his image and that he was very much his father’s son. Aiden was purported to be every bit as bloodthirsty and ruthless as his father. Cara had no doubt that that was true, but she was starting to see that the two were possibly not one in the same. If she were a betting kind of woman, she would place her money on the possibility that Aiden might turn out to be a very different ruler than his father was.
“I see,” Cara said to Aiden. As much as she wanted to jump at the chance to find her father’s killer her conscience would not let her ignore that in doing so she would be helping the very beings that preyed on human kind. “So this is about preserving the vampires from a threat. I admit your offer is tempting but I don’t think I can bring myself to help vampires their status quo. Seems to me you all could do with a healthy dose of competing to be at the top of the food chain. Maybe it will be a good thing for the predators to become prey. You all prey on my kind; you kill, bleed and maim us. You use us as food then discard us as inferior trash. You do not value human life and you never will. We are disposable to you. Maybe it is time you knew what that felt like.”
Aiden’s eyes glowed gold beneath the dim lighting of the restaurant, betraying how close he was to losing control. She had well and truly pissed him off.
“I know it is hard to digest but all the information I have gathered points to it as the truth. My first dead vampire with his throat ripped out turned up in Brazil about 4 months ago. No one thought anything of it. Vampires fight over money, power, wealth, territory, women all the time. We are after all predators and overly aggressive by nature. We do not suffer others encroaching on our territory or undermining our authority lightly. While the vampire was not a Lord, he was a Viceroy, a vampire noble that does not hold authority over anyone outside of the lands he owns but has accumulated enough wealth and influence to hold an exalted position within the hierarchy of vampire society. In our society you keep what you kill, and I found it odd that no one ever came forward to claim the title, lands, and wealth that came with the kill. The second and third murders happened in Colombia and Peru. They were also Viceroys and no one came forward to take credit for their kills either. There were also reports of wolf sitings around the areas each of the Viceroys were killed in.”
“But my father was killed fifteen years ago,” Cara said as her mind tried to make sense of the new information. “Why would something murder him then lay low only to pop up fifteen years later conspicuously killing vampires important enough to be noticed by the Crowned Prince?”
“I think the vampires were intended to send a message to us. The wolves may pose a threat, which I will not allow. I will protect my people and our society at any cost.” Aiden delivered the last part with the fierceness of a leader protecting his people. And not one that saw his subjects only as peons obligated to do his bidding, but one that saw his subjects for what they truly were… people. People who relied on him and looked to him for guidance and protection. People whom he was as obligated to serve as they were him. Cara found herself comparing what she had seen and learned of Aiden to what she knew of his father. All the intelligence the Division had been able to gather about the father-son duo reported that Viktor created Aiden in his image and that he was very much his father’s son. Aiden was purported to be every bit as bloodthirsty and ruthless as his father. Cara had no doubt that that was true, but she was starting to see that the two were possibly not one in the same. If she were a betting kind of woman, she would place her money on the possibility that Aiden might turn out to be a very different ruler than his father was.
“I see,” Cara said to Aiden. As much as she wanted to jump at the chance to find her father’s killer her conscience would not let her ignore that in doing so she would be helping the very beings that preyed on human kind. “So this is about preserving the vampires from a threat. I admit your offer is tempting but I don’t think I can bring myself to help vampires their status quo. Seems to me you all could do with a healthy dose of competing to be at the top of the food chain. Maybe it will be a good thing for the predators to become prey. You all prey on my kind; you kill, bleed and maim us. You use us as food then discard us as inferior trash. You do not value human life and you never will. We are disposable to you. Maybe it is time you knew what that felt like.”
Aiden’s eyes glowed gold beneath the dim lighting of the restaurant, betraying how close he was to losing control. She had well and truly pissed him off.
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