Drew walked down the Hall of Archons, silk bag in hand, booted feet resounding off the mahogany floor as he made his way to the office of Quentin Trevane, Warlock of the Order of the Gryphon. He ran his hand through his frosted brown hair, silver eyes flashing with purpose. The news he had was not good and he wasn't in the mood for formalities, so he floored one of the guards outside the Council door with a roundhouse kick, the other he simply picked up by the throat and tossed aside like a ragdoll. Bursting through the thick oaken doors, bag still in hand, he didn't even acknowedege the shocked and angered expressions of the men and women around the conferance table.
"He's awake." Drew said, locking eyes with Trevane.
Trevane's blue eyes hardened under black brows- a look made more intimidating by his Italian features and Armani suit. "I want proof."
Drew threw the silk bag on the table and out rolled the head of a vampire, fangs still beared in rage. The woman looked at it curiously while one of the younger men- clearly a newbie- gagged.
"And he was our best." Drew sighed in frustration. "This whole thing is going to shit very soon."
Trevene walked over to Drew and put his arm around him, guiding them from earshot of the others before muttering a charm of silence. "Hey, chill, Drew. All we got to do is find the motherfucker and ash him before Council finds out. He is after all one arrogant fang-fucker and we are now many."
"You forget what he can do, Trevane," Drew snarled. "You were willing to sign your own death warrant- I had no choice. I'm outta here."
Drew stalked away, Trevane looking like he'd just been slapped.
"Drew! You can't just leave!"
Drew looked back, eyes glowing red, fangs bared. "What are you going to do? Kill me like you killed Mother?"
And with that, he pushed open the door and left. Trevane watched his first-born once-human son walk down the hall and as the door closed behind him, let out a roar that rattled the windows of the office and shattered every glass on the table, the men and women shielding themselves from the shards.
