The Mistress And Her Vampire

Nickolas

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Nickolas fought desperately to break the intense urge to break Fishers neck. He was in awe for the sectioned time today the first was seeing James connect with the child on some level, James of all people. To see yet another man lie hands on his property, as if he was not there.       

Fisher raises his hand on to the child, when the blow made contact with her face; her small body fell to the floor. She was on the floor for some time; he did not know if… he shack the thought out his head, she must be unconscious. He lessen to her heart it was beaten rapidly in her small chest, the smell of fresh blood was the in the air hardly noticeable the place rickets of blood one more would not make a bit of a difference.

But not hers, he thought. Her blood her life was different they were all his.

 He followed Fisher to he's office, slamming the door behind him. Fisher was seated in a large chair around a wide Mohegan desk going through mountains of files on his desk, on the opposed sides of his desk.

Nickolas was standing in front of Fisher in sections despite the distant of the room. Fisher curse at Nickolas as he tunnel his way through his work ignoring him. Which piss Nickolas off, he slammed his fist on the Mohegan desk to get his attention and Fishers eyes widen, as he stared at his centuries old deck.

“Do you know how old this desk is, it older than this dame castle.” he shouted “Why it’s even older than you.”  His annoying smile crosses his face.

Nickolas knew Fisher was a sick twitted sectioned react vamp and he won’t have him look down on him. Like most vamps he worked hard for the respect he has now as and there still a few he has to prove himself to.

Nickolas grabs the old fool by his collar and pulled him out of the chair and over the desk lead him flat on his desk and fisher groaned.

“What the hell was that out there?” He hisses at fisher when he tried to move. “I told you not to lay a hand on her when she gets here didn’t I.” Nickolas stared into fisher eyes waiting for his answer. “Answer me dame it.”

“Yes.” He replayed

“So what the hell do you call that a touch up.” He shouted at the top of his voice.

“Yes that’s what I call it I barely lead a hand on her and…” he was tiring to get out off Nickolas’s grip as it tightens around his neck.

 “Damn it Fisher why most you make this so complicated I’m just here to drop her off and sign the contract that’s all.” He hiss at Fisher when he tried to move.

Nickolas grip loused and Fisher sidled out of his hands as he turned to face his desk. “You dent my desk it’s an antique know.”    

“What, I don’t give a damn about some centuries old desk.” Nickolas was starting to see red. “What I want to know is if you have lost your dame mind?” Nickolas glared at fisher who was busy with his desk.

“Maybe, will that’s was I have been told anyway.” Fisher said without looking at him the corner of this mouth turn upward.  

“You could have killed her with that blow to the face then what?” Fisher shrugged him off and gave a startling replay.

“Then you go downstairs and pick one like everyone heals, then you tell the guard he will then take her to Ann-bell. Ann-bell gets her cleaned up, dress, make up and do the damn thinks hair you pay hand her over to you. You take her home do that ever you want, I don’t care."