Lover Discovered

Violence rest his head on his hand. He had been watching the cameras all night. Nothing had happened all night. He really hated his nights off. "Yo Vio!" He roommate Blay agreed as he entered the Pit. Violence tugged his diamond eyes away the scene to stare at his roommate. "How was it tonight?" Vio asked.

"Nah, it was an average night." Blay shrugged flopping on the couch. Vio went to the fridge and pulled out two coronas. He handed one to Blay. "Thanks, actually I overheard your dad and Butch talking about something strange." Blay said sipping his beer.

"Really? I wonder if he'll share tonight at last meal." Vio said taking another pull of his corona. Blay glanced up at him with a 'do you really think so look'. "He's your father do you really think he would gossip like that?" Blay asked. "No, you're right. He won't say anything." Vio said walking back to his bank of computer.

He glanced over them once more then flipped them off. "Let's head up." He said exiting the Pit. Everyone had gathered in the dining room. Blay had been right V didn't say a word about anything strange. He would have done the same thing. 'Why worry everyone.' Vio guess was V's thought process.

Looking at Vishous could be freaking for Violence. It was looking like in a mirror. Hell they could be twins if Vio grew a goatee and got a tattoo. That made it extremely easy to prove his heredity. They even thought the same. It could just be straight up eerie sometimes. That's why his warrior name was so close to his fathers.

Sometimes Vio thought it was all a big joke. Even his warrior name was close to his fathers. But there was a big difference between Vishous and Violence, well two actually Butch and Jane. Vishous was attached to other creatures Vio wasn't. He could pack up and leave, except he would be hunted down like a dog.

Well let's face it if it wasn't for his father and Jane's graces he wouldn't even be here. He excused himself from the table when he was done and went back down to the Pit. Everyone usually went off on their own after dinner. Sometimes they had group actives but that was usually on weekends. Vio hardly took part though.

Everyone was nice enough but he just always had this feeling he couldn't shake. He felt out of place. He always blamed his upbringing. He sat back down at the screens and still nothing. He sighed and flipped opened and old, large, leather bound book. Much like his father, Vio was always in the pursuit of knowledge.

The rest of the night quickly faded as did the day. Vio sipped his coffee as he waited for the shutters to rise. He of course had not slept a wink. He do what he did best, kill lesser. Hitting the streets of Caldwell was something he was born to do even when he didn't know it. Growing up he never thought he would be doing this.

Once the shutters the house woke up. He quickly ate dinner and headed out. This had been his life for years but the last couple of months he had embraced it. Mostly so he wouldn't have to deal with the others. He knew they all wanted answers. Answer he couldn't say. When he was out here he didn't have to think of that, could think of it.

He dematerialized to downtown Caldwell in his rounds he passed the strip at least three of four times. Most the action within a mile of the clubs. Vampires like to gather there as did lesser. Predators loved to stay close to their prey. Fortunately lesser's mind weren't hard for Vio. They weren't dumb staying close to humans but they weren't that smart either.

He began to make his rounds. Within a half an hour it started to rain. 'That useless weatherman said nothing about rain.' Vio thought looking up at the dark sky. With the rain everyone disappeared. 'Afraid of melting?' He wondered as he continued down the alley. 'This is almost as bad as sitting at home.' He thought as he came out to the main street.

The scent of baby powder tickled his nose. He looked around and saw a bastard duck down an adjacent alley. He quickly but quietly crept after him. By the time he got to the heart of the alley the lesser was sprawled on the ground spilling out his black oil like blood. His throat had been slashed.

Vio bend down and examined the wound. "This was done with a dagger." Vio muttered. He quickly looked up and saw a shadow running towards the mouth of the alley. "Hey you!" He shouted running after the figure. He reached the main street and the figure was gone. Only a light scent of Magnolias left behind.

"A female?" Vio muttered. 'She must have been his intended victim. She must have been scared.' Vio thought turning back to finish off the lesser. 'Man this was the strange incident Blay overheard Vishous talking about.' Vio thought. He finished the lesser off and continued with his work. But the female stayed on his mind all night.