Vincent watched Aaron as he spoke, and as soon as he heard another voice his eyes quickly moved to Sophia. He was quite surprise that this timid, young vampire would take a side that could get her killed. She barely had ten years among his kind, and still she would speak against him. "Not another word, Sophia, or I will make you dispose of your own fangs." He growled the warning to her and watched her quickly lower her head and back away. Without their fangs, a vampire had no status or standing even among their own. A fang-less vampire was useless to everyone.
After his threat to Sophia, Aaron dared to speak up again. Vincents eyes shot over to him again, and his otherwise golden eyes had turned black. He had had enough, and within the split of a second he had crossen the room, grabbed a hold of Aarons neck and slammed him into the wall. The stone wall cracking and crumbling against the immense power of the impact. Staring right into Aarons eyes, Vincent gave out an angry growl, revealing a full set of fangs across his upper and lower jaw. His very essence seeming to grow along side his aggression. "You missunderstand, Aaron." he spoke in a voice as deep as hell itself. "It is not I whom has not thought of these things. It is you."
"She was a hunter, yes. A great one at that. It would have been an encounter few of you would have survived. Think of that power for just a second, if your simple mind would allow you to. Think of that power, turned into what it is now. Fully harnest and under control, she would be strong enough to challange any of you. Most likely do me the favor you killing you, Aaron." he spoke, never letting go of his grip around his throat nor letting his eyes stray. "She is not a novis w3hen it comes to the information about us. She is highly edjucated and knows that if she tires to kill herself, to release herself from the hell she is in right now - she will be stuck in limbo. Never be able to reach either heaven now hell. That fact alone is worse than this."
"Let her keep her memories and try to be her old self for as long as she has the energy to. This is the place she will always return to. Being who she was, roaming around on the streets before she is able to control herself or her new powers, she will sooner or later go on a rampage, killing anything that comes in her way. Innocent people. A so called 'holy person' wouldn't allow themselves to doing so. Going back to the church will get her killed just for being what she is now. The church can't risk anything just because she used to be human and one of them. This coven is the only place where she will be safe from the outside world and herself."
"Her family is still alive. Yes, I am well aware of that, and so is she. They will find it suspisious that she has vanished into thin air. And where do you think their thoughts will turn? To us, yet of course. And that is exactly what I want. Just imagine the glorious look of fear and despare on their faces when they finaly realise it." At this point, an evil grin had turned up on Vincents face. "All of this is the reason I chose her. Why I turned her and her alone. It's nothing more than a taunt to the church - the very organisation that has persecuted us for ages. It will send ripples right into thier core and it will never heal. They think they are safe from a fate like this, that their religion protects them." He laughed, a laugh that would tare a whole in a babe's heart.
"Will I have to explain further, Aaron, and while doing so rip your throat out?" he asked, tilting his head as he let his long, sharp nails dig into the sensitive skin around his neck.