This motley crew of vampire castoffs was going to somehow work together? Somehow they were supposed to outwit and outmaneuver the crazy old and powerful. Yet, he could not think of anything he wanted more then to see the face on his Sire as he cut her off from her precius Baron. Oh it would be so sweet to finally have the upper hand. And so the wheels turned in his head. And so the engine of spin hummed within his shriveled heart.  He could expand so much further with a new structure, he could embed himself in the very fabric of the town. Yes. This was a opportunity. One he could not allow himself to miss.

But there were a few things that needed to be put straight.

"What keeps anyone one of us from turning of the rest In?" The effimate vampire spoke, his eyes narrow. "Hell. What keeps my Sire, A fucking BLood fucking seer, from tracking this meeting down?" He continued, a rising pitch to his voice. He didn't like being tugged along by some powerfull force he didn't see. Hell, he didn't like when it was a powerfull force he [i]could[/i] see that was pulling him along. It made his blood boil, and his skin crawl all at once. This was bad news in so many ways. And unlike some present, Louise had everything to loose. He had built a life for himself. He had done it twice. Once when alive, and once as undead. If he was going to risk it all, he needed some assurance.