the club, or Amun's private entourage. It didn't matter, they were definitely here for me.
Three fanned out behind us, one on either side, with the last directly facing me, two feet away. Both Sergei and Nataliya had paled, only slightly, but enough to let me know they were not happy with the welcoming committee. Neither was I.
I'm not exactly sure what I had expected. I knew Amun Nadeem, All Mighty Master of London City , was angered by my obvious avoidance. So, a hostile greeting shouldn't have been a surprise. But, for some reason I had thought the fact that I was the Prophesied should have cut me a little slack. I cringed at that thought. When had I become so full of myself?
I nodded to the vampire before me and without a word in reply he turned on his heel and headed across the room to the door at the back. I didn't waste any time, just simply followed suit before the rest of his evil gang of brutes pushed us forward with their tridents. Once on the other side of the door we all stood in a large white foyer. At the sound of the door to the club closing - the music and ambient noise of party goers ceasing - the lead vamp turned to face me again.
"Jacket off," he demanded, unceremoniously.
I shrugged out of the jacket, all too aware that I was losing both my stakes and knife, and displaying my Svante for all to see. I handed him the jacket and he hung it on a coat hook - all very civilised. He then put his hand out, palm up, rolling his fingers in a give it up kind of gesture. I gritted my teeth, having really expected this all along, and undid my Svante sword's holster. I handed over the weapon, beautiful dancing dragon hilt first. He hung that next to the jacket.
While I had been stripped of my weapons, the other brutes had disarmed Sergei and Nataliya. Like me they had complied. And like me, they were still armed even though weaponless. They had their Sanguis Vitam , I had my Light. I still felt naked and particularly light on my feet having lost the weight of my stakes, but I forced myself to breathe evenly and wrapped my Light around my metaphysical self.
The vamp in front of me ran his gaze over my body once again. For a brief moment I thought he would frisk me, but as my tight T-shirt showed no signs of concealment and my skirt was pretty short, he just grunted and turned away. I followed without needing to be told. I thought he would have been more thorough though. I mean, I could have had a knife down the inside of my boot. I was kind of wishing right now I did. But maybe a little faith needed to be showed. I was unarmed and hiding nothing. I could only hope the other guy was the same.
We wound our way down several long corridors, the odd white door closed here and there. No one else came out to see us, although I could feel several vamps behind some of those doors, the six brutish guards with us were the only other people we saw. Finally we reached our destination. Two of the guards positioned themselves on either side of double white doors, three remained behind us, then the vamp in front simply stood silently for a moment - no doubt communicating telepathically with whomever was on the other side of the doors - until he finally opened both doors up in a grand gesture and preceded us into the room.
The room was vast. High ceilinged, stark white walls with stark white floors. White leather couches around the periphery of the space, a white thick pile rug in front of a large, simply designed white desk. In front of the desk, leaning back in casual ease, was a tall vampire dressed in white.
There was no one else in the room and when we stopped in front of the tall vampire, the four brutish guards who had accompanied us all went down on their knees, faces pressed to the rug, arms outstretched before them. In supplication.
I flicked my glance from them, preparing for Amun Nadeem, All Mighty Master of London City, and felt the blood drain from my face. I hadn't taken a good look at him as we crossed the
Three fanned out behind us, one on either side, with the last directly facing me, two feet away. Both Sergei and Nataliya had paled, only slightly, but enough to let me know they were not happy with the welcoming committee. Neither was I.
I'm not exactly sure what I had expected. I knew Amun Nadeem, All Mighty Master of London City , was angered by my obvious avoidance. So, a hostile greeting shouldn't have been a surprise. But, for some reason I had thought the fact that I was the Prophesied should have cut me a little slack. I cringed at that thought. When had I become so full of myself?
I nodded to the vampire before me and without a word in reply he turned on his heel and headed across the room to the door at the back. I didn't waste any time, just simply followed suit before the rest of his evil gang of brutes pushed us forward with their tridents. Once on the other side of the door we all stood in a large white foyer. At the sound of the door to the club closing - the music and ambient noise of party goers ceasing - the lead vamp turned to face me again.
"Jacket off," he demanded, unceremoniously.
I shrugged out of the jacket, all too aware that I was losing both my stakes and knife, and displaying my Svante for all to see. I handed him the jacket and he hung it on a coat hook - all very civilised. He then put his hand out, palm up, rolling his fingers in a give it up kind of gesture. I gritted my teeth, having really expected this all along, and undid my Svante sword's holster. I handed over the weapon, beautiful dancing dragon hilt first. He hung that next to the jacket.
While I had been stripped of my weapons, the other brutes had disarmed Sergei and Nataliya. Like me they had complied. And like me, they were still armed even though weaponless. They had their Sanguis Vitam , I had my Light. I still felt naked and particularly light on my feet having lost the weight of my stakes, but I forced myself to breathe evenly and wrapped my Light around my metaphysical self.
The vamp in front of me ran his gaze over my body once again. For a brief moment I thought he would frisk me, but as my tight T-shirt showed no signs of concealment and my skirt was pretty short, he just grunted and turned away. I followed without needing to be told. I thought he would have been more thorough though. I mean, I could have had a knife down the inside of my boot. I was kind of wishing right now I did. But maybe a little faith needed to be showed. I was unarmed and hiding nothing. I could only hope the other guy was the same.
We wound our way down several long corridors, the odd white door closed here and there. No one else came out to see us, although I could feel several vamps behind some of those doors, the six brutish guards with us were the only other people we saw. Finally we reached our destination. Two of the guards positioned themselves on either side of double white doors, three remained behind us, then the vamp in front simply stood silently for a moment - no doubt communicating telepathically with whomever was on the other side of the doors - until he finally opened both doors up in a grand gesture and preceded us into the room.
The room was vast. High ceilinged, stark white walls with stark white floors. White leather couches around the periphery of the space, a white thick pile rug in front of a large, simply designed white desk. In front of the desk, leaning back in casual ease, was a tall vampire dressed in white.
There was no one else in the room and when we stopped in front of the tall vampire, the four brutish guards who had accompanied us all went down on their knees, faces pressed to the rug, arms outstretched before them. In supplication.
I flicked my glance from them, preparing for Amun Nadeem, All Mighty Master of London City, and felt the blood drain from my face. I hadn't taken a good look at him as we crossed the
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