Dresden watched his sireling from a nearby rooftop His blood flowed strong through the young one. He would grow to be a powerful warrior, worthy of the clan. Many of his sirelings had hated him, but human hatred knew it's bound. From experience, Dresden knew that it would abate. After a few hundred years, there was no doubt Sam would be a warrior the clan could be proud of. Hatred simply couldn't last that long. And in that time, his skills, knowledge and power would only increase. There would be phases. Dresden would have to be sure to intervene occasionally, make sure Matt had a good upbringing. He would put to the test both Matt's willingness to learn, his intelligence, and his sheer skill and power. However, if he lived......
Dresden smiled, as he moved silently, the heavy scent of blood clogging even a vampire's sense of smell. He wouldn't be noticed. The boy was too young and confused to notice him. But he'd have to act with caution, if he wanted to influence the boy's life with the subtelty he intended. He speculated on this, as he walked through the blood-streaked alleyways of the desserted town. Outside, one of his OldBloods was waiting.
"Drakul, the SOLDIER have been eliminated, but some have fled to a fortress to the south." The OldBlood spoke in almost military tones, a reminiscent of his training, all those years ago. Dresden hadn't personally sired this one, but he was a vampire of good standing. For now, he served as a General. "The fortress is the bastion of their strength. They will rally to it. My Sireling will head towards it, and lead them. It is in his blood. There will be distrust, but they will follow." Dresden grinned, revealing his long teeth, said to be capable of ripping tanks to pieces. "And then, when they are truly his, we shall slaughter them all."