” He tapped his thumb against the end button, and walked up to the counter next to Beatrice. Once he put the phone down, he put his elbows against t...e counter and looked over at the woman.“Think your sire is really dead?” she said.“ ... maybe.” He managed a slow nod, and shifted out of his coat before hanging it up. Did he feel sad? Was he relieved? Was he happy? He couldn’t tell. Viktor was a scary man, but he’d always been a reliable man. Decades of knowing his sire was there, an anchor for. She was a good-looking woman in the neighborhood of 50 years. She kept herself trim with plenty of exercise, was small breasted, sported short salt and pepper hair with very noticeable pale eyes.The last year had been very frustrating. Her husband had completely lost interest in sex with her even when she initiated it and did things she thought would be lust inciting. She still wanted it and resorted to the usual things that one person does to satisfy that itch.There seemed to be no other. "You command me nothing," he replied, running his fingers through his thick, black hair. "You were sent here to serve me," Miranda shouted, crossing her arms in front of her breasts. "Now, tell me your name!" His gaze broke her confidence. Shattered her illusion of control and filled her with fear. She took a step back, dropping her arms and preparing to run. Something that felt like the hands of an invisible giant seized her, halting her second step and lifting her off. "Now then I don't want to appear too petty but I must admit none of you have been watching my darling Timothy, because if you had, you would all have known that when an Elder walks into the room or addresses you... You curtsey!" Miss Agatha reminded the group.Straight away Timothy dropped into a curtsey and pulled Daryl with him.Daryl wanted to drag his arm away from the faggot and could not wait until he got him on his own, cause he had decided that by the end of the day he was going to beat.