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[Color=gold][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night
[Color=gold][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Paeonia
[Color=gold][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [@Tae] Maeve

[Color=gold]"And you wound me just as much. 'Were we positive that there were no hunters present at the exhibit?' Of course there were hunters... as well as one of those hounds."[/color] Alexander spoke with a hint of venom in his tone. Acquaintance or not, he did not find Maeve's meddling entertaining. He had captured more blood cattle from the college campus, but potentially lost the clan members that were meant to feed from them. [Color=gold]"I don't mind you being impartial to my war with those militant hunters, Maeve…"[/color] 

The tension in the car seemed to rise as Alexander faced the witch. His face was cold and that of the monster responsible for the devastation of so many lives over centuries. 

[Color=gold]"...But do not fuck with the livelihood of my clan. I don't want to be your enemy, but I can be if my clan and goals are threatened."[/color] If his previous words had a hint of venom, these had a full dose. He enjoyed his relationship with Maeve, but in his long life, he learned most relationships had an expiration.

As the sports car arrived at the metallic gates of the walled community of New Paeonia. Alexander flashed a devilish grin. 

[Color=gold]"Thank you again. For your company, Ms. Brannigan."[/color] Alexander exited the vehicle, but gave his acquaintance a few more words as he walked away. [Color=gold]"I do hope we can continue this Maeve, but that's up to you isn't it? Enjoy your night."[/color] Alexander departed with those words. As the gate of the dimly lit community opened up before him, he took notice of the large box truck that had been trailing behind Maeve's vehicle. [Color=gold]"Perfect timing."[/color] Alexander spoke before entering the community. His home. 

New Paeonia was a community that operated like a miniature town. There was even a prison. At the moment, the sidewalks were dimly lit by streetlights and populated by members of the community.

"Greetings Alexander! How was the exhibition?" One vampire asked as he passed.

[Color=gold]"It was... interesting."[/color] 

"Alexander has returned!" A younger voice, announced from a distance. The box truck drove by, headed for what many called "the farm" where it would be unloaded. Those inside would be unpacked, screened, and then [i]questioned[/i] thoroughly before assuming their lesser roles in the society.

Alexander continued calmly down the sidewalk, but his face became icy as a cold expression formed on it. His eyes met the pensive face of one of his most trusted. Olivia Amarante. He could already tell she had bad news. [Color=gold][i]Tonight is turning out to be [b]quite something...[/b][/i][/color]