Born Phlebotomist [Complete✔]

Boss up

Theme Song: "Excuse Me" by Ro James

Omniscient POV

"Uhh, umm. Boss?"

"What the fuck do you want, disturbing me?! I have no time for your stuttering and stammering. Get to the point and leave!" The devilishly handsome, yet intimidating brown sugar skin colored man snaps. His deep set dimples, usually only seen while degrading and belittling his workers. An asset usually displayed during a jovial moment or smiling, but not with him. Straightening his suit, he squares his broad shoulders and widens his chest. All intimidating physical actions to discreetly alarm his intruder that if the intrusion is not deemed necessary; he can kiss his existence goodbye.

"Uhh, um, sir. We, emm." Clearing his throat the nervous vampire attempts to settle his racing nerves.

"Spit it out, Girad!"

"Yo-you have a phone call on li-line 4."

"You bothered me for a Goddamn phone call?!" Slamming his fist on the large repurposed steel and glass desk, Boss's eyes flash a menacing crimson red. Just as they flash red the man in front of him drops to the floor. Writhing in excruciating pain. Black veins begin creeping up his face like crawling Ivy. Girad screaming and clawing at his exposed skin.

"Pl-please! St-stop, B-Boss!" Pleading unsuccessfully. 

He continues to quiver and whimper on the cold hard warehouse floor. Finally satisfied with the demented pain he's inflicted on the man, Boss releases his crippling telepathic hold on him. Whimpering and sniffling, Girad croaks out the information he so desperately needs to divulge before another torturous round of torment begins. Girad has unfortuantely worked under Boss for years. He has personally seen and experienced that rounds of torture from Boss come in groups of three. He's never been the one and done type of vampire. 

"I-it's ab-about Bap-Baptiste." Gasping, he rolls to his back. Still sprawled on the cold unforgiving floor. Sweat cascading down his pain twisted face.

"What did you just say?! Speak up!" Boss demands.

"Bap-Baptiste. The call it's ab-about him."

"Why didn't your fucking stuttering ass say that?! Could have saved us both valuable time! I mean your's isn't but mine sure as fuck is! No matter how much I enjoyed watching your sniveling ass whimper like a bitch!" Laughing sadistically, Boss makes no leisurely movements answering the phone. Hopes soaring that the person on the other end of the phone holds priceless invaluable information. "Now get your ass up and get out!"

Boss watches as Girard struggles to get up and limps out of his office. Using his telepathy he slams his door, barely missing Girard's Achille's tendon.

"You have two minutes to intrigue me, or wasting my time will be your worst mistake." Boss breathes through the phone, menacingly.

"Well hello, handsome. I have some information that I'm sure will have those gorgeous dimples piercing that beautiful face in the sexiest smile." The flirtatious voice of the unnamed informant floats through the receiver speaker.

"Who is this and how do I know I can even trust your ass? If you're flipping on Baptiste how do I know you won't double cross me?!"

"Well we'll keep it informal without names for now. Just know that your plans benefit me, personally. So in the spirit of mutualistic benefit, I have no reason to betray you or sabotage your mission."

"What plans? What mission?!"

"Oh just to overthrow Laurent Baptiste. Your clan leader."

"How the fuck do you know that?!" For once in his highly calculated, almost compulsive, life Boss feels his nerves quicken. At the reality that someone has the upper hand on his devious plans.