Collaboration between Ghost Shadow and Asuna Wolf -- Alexandre looked down subtly as a single servant approached him, beckoning that the Patriarch wished to speak with him. Alexadre offered a curt nod before following the servant into Lord Giles' bedchambers. Alexandre crouched down into a kneeling position. "What would you have of me, my lord?" He asked, humbled before the much older Vampire. Clouds of blood servants bussed inside and outside of the room of the Lord Giles, some fitting him with clothes as others attended to the colony’s numerous needs. The room barked with many voices, the Lord’s soaring over all. Most of them looked minds, troubled, and so busy over the smallest manners in life to Marissa J'Francis Lopez. How could they fall into this regime every morning without a little need for fun or [i] more disturbances [/i]? Outside of the room, Marissa roughly pulled aside a passing blood servant about to enter the grand room, to the corner where herself and Alexandre had awaited the Lord’s awakening. She whispered into the girl’s ear harshly, with a [i] tiny [/i] lie of some sort. “Hey…” Around 30 seconds later, a blood curdling shriek sounded from the entrance as that same slave skittered over to the feet of Alexandre and Lord Giles. She would collapse onto her knees with a sickening thud until she was positioned in a bow; her dark red hair would stick to her pale cheeks, slick with tears. This was a sore sight for all in the room, slowing down the processes of everything, as this scene would catch many eyes. “I’m sorry for intruding, Lords!! But it was reported to me that werewolfves are entering the manor!” It was in one swift, fluid motion that Alexandre swept himself in front of the Patriarch defensively; drawing his sword, the sharp sound of the silver blade on the scabbard announcing its presence. The blade glinted in the soft moonlight, the edges seeming to glow an unnatural light. Alexandre's posture was poised and ready, his feet spread apart, leather buckled shoes ground into the floor as he stood, staunch and indomitable. His pupils dilated not dissimilar to a cat as he looked about, his fangs elongating behind his lips as he hissed threateningly. He stopped, appearing to sniff the air subtly; his eyes darting to look out of one of the windows. He tensed up tightly, stiffening up like a statue would as he turned sharply towards the young slave girl, still sobbing on the ground. "Do you take me for a fool?" He growled out, the blade still being helf in his left hand, albeit in a passive manner. The middle aged girl’s eyes shut upon a glint of moonlight from the heavy sword entering her eye, a trembling hand fleeing to protect her face. From the crease of the elbow, she swallowed the sight of the knightly vampire highly annoyed with her news. “[i]N-No sir![/i] Of course not!” She squeaked, her back hunching up into a girl as she shied away from the sword in her stationary crouch. “T-This women told me report these news without delay! I-I don’t want an act of idiocy and laziness become the reason for the downfall of the colony!” She ended with a shrill note that stung among the ears of all occupying the room, the cold, silent room. “Please accept my apology!” For just a second, Marissa lingers among a crowd of blood servants at the door, standing in the shadows. She smiled, letting it erase itself with a wave of tension. "*What* woman?" He demanded, the silver blade of the sword inching dangerously close to her throat. A few, nameless women in the still crowd shrieked, cueing the presence of a quiet murmur amongst them all. Another begun sobbing, which was likely to be one of the girl’s friends or family. “Please.” The girl on the floor rasped and pleaded as tears flooded her eyelids, one single tear would fall onto the tip of the sword’s blade. Her elbows shook, struggling to hold the women up. “I have a child and I’m about to be blessed with another….please, please… I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my life.” "Then. Tell. Me. Who. Told. You. There. Were. Werewolves." He seethed, teeth clenched together as the blade just grazed over her throat. - The servant’s chin neared her neck, serving as a reflex as a single line of blood would dot the sketch his sword would provide her. The women looked up, once, with her pair of brown eyes blazing in the moonlight. Her pupils would widen, the fear her face shredded would be unforgettable. “I don’t know sir. S-she had hair darker than blonde.” Alexandre only scoffed, wordless. "Is that *all* you can offer me?" He hissed in disbelief. "I want her sent to the dungeons, she can meet the blade on the 'morrow." He said coldly, as if discussing a business deal rather than someone's life. Two Vampires quietly took the girl, one on each arm and began dragging her away, where she would be subsequently executed the following morning. Alexandre watched, his cold, dead eyes filled with a harsh fury; like the bitter-chill of winter. [I] Nooo, nooo [/i] A few wails gobbled up by the violent conversations among the crowd: [i] She didn’t do anything!, How Harsh, Best to seem them wolves yonder with yer’ own eyes, [/i] said a few among them all. Marissa was one among the few. “You fool!” The words rolled off of her tongue in a harsh whisper, deserving the glances of the few servants surrounding her before she too, shoved her way through the crowd towards the front lines. She didn’t stare at Alexandre with question but mountains of fury, yet her own conscience would not yet settle in. These sounds faded into not one sound at all, nor a muscle left to move. They all stared at Alexandre with fear In their eyes as they made a path for the two vampires and the screaming women. But no one dared to question him and quickly resumed Lord Giles’s morning preparations. No one besides Marissa’s lingering stare. "Your little 'games' cost lives." Alexandre rebuked Marissa, that calm, smooth tone back in his voice as quickly as it had left. "When the time comes, just remember when to deal." He hissed, a small, slightly amused glint in his eyes. Marissa gave the vampire a once-over, dealing out her cards of disbelief and a pokerface, attempting hide that he actually got to her. The collective murmurs that surrounded her irritated her and she made a swatting motion with her hand, as if to swat away flies. It was useless, combined with Mr. Protector whom had just sentenced a death, really. Lord giles was close, so the raven haired women stood next to him casually, placing her hands at her sides as if they were having a friendly, casual conversation. Of course, this was far from the truth, as she spoke in a low hushed tone. “ Don’t go pointing fingers already, Alexandre, I cannot be the only fun one out of all the blood servants. However, I wonder when my games will cost yours. “ Her eyes touched his, dry of emotion. One question hung off the tip of her tongue that he restrained with a bite. It haunted her. Why hadn’t he sent her? "Observe. Learn. And react." Was all he said, a small, cruel smile on his lips. "Let this be a lesson. I do not [i]toy[/i] or [i]play around[/i]." He hissed, bending down slightly to look her dead in the eyes.