Shattered Legacies: Book 1, Holo Change

💠Chapter 7: A side of salt💠

With a clunky but soft thud and the sound of crinkled paper the filthy amethyst coat was plopped on the already full desk. The vampire moving out of the way with the file in hand just in time. "Here." Soon hearing a familiar frustration riddled voice speak to him from in front of his desk. He eyed the coat for a second, then looked up to meet the disgust sprinkled denim blue eyes and exotic features of one of his best. "Happy now?" He spat the question like a shot of toxic needles, crossing his arms to emphasize his disdain. Elijah, aside from being surprised and questioning how he hadn't sensed Lucien come in, was not phased. "Lucien, I realize you have the nose of a bloodhound, but have you also the eyes of one?" In fact, he found it within himself to make his snotty little remarks. As if he couldn't see good and damn well the spite pouring from the man I'm front of him. "Dr, Allerd has a white coat with a green-" He was about to clarify speaking as if the man were stupid, "It's Noah Ferguson's." when he was cut short. Lucien was in no mood to be dealing with his uppity attitude. Elijah raised an eyebrow, "Noah?" repeating the name with a questioning tone, as if he weren't aware. Lucien's jaw tightened trying to keep a grip, "Yeah. He revolted." making his words come across quick like a whip as he informed the planner of his latest contribution. "Somehow got ahold of the name Felix, and tried to run off. You sent me after him, remember?"

The ending question spiked with a stronger point as he put emphasis on "you" and "remember". Attitude he couldn't help but show as his searing feeling kept raising. The vampire painted a shocked and confused face. As if he'd just been accused of some upsetting and vulgar crime. "Excuse me?" Offended, though it wasn't too hard to tell it was an act of you'd been here long enough. He had a tell. Lucien rolled his eyes, "'Noah, will not be attending today'. Ring any bells?" and repeated what he'd said mimicking his scolding inflections. What else was he supposed to hear from that? It was the same tone he used every time someone either revolted or he were speaking about Beatrix's department. It wasn't subtle, it wasn't a wink or a nudge, it was outright telling him his services were needed hidden behind non-consequentle words. To his mockery Elijah stood up from his chair, meeting the man on common ground as his offended act hardened with a glare. "I'm not sure exactly what you gleaned from that. All I said was that he wouldn't be able to do the mission." Doubling down on his version of the events, "The fact that he went traitor is news to me-" and once again being stopped once the direction was realized.

Lucien snorted with a roll of his eyes so hard he moved his head to look towards the side as well. Fake amusement spun out of disbelief that in all honesty shouldn't have been there. He knew Elijah as a filthy liar, and a skilled one at that. He had a black stripe. So the fact that he wanted to play both sides with the same person was not all that much of a shock. But really? He was really trying to play the blame shift card here? Wow. With his head bobbing in a nod to himself the red coat gave his surpirior another exhausted and disappointment laced look. "Cut the shroud, El. I know what I heard." It was just amazing that he hadn't figured out, after all these years, Lucien wasn't some dumbass who'd buy anything or another Freshblood he could gaslight. You'd think 6 years would be enough. The vampire took a much sterner turn, "First of all, watch your tone!" switching on that harsh gaze that somehow made the crimson of his eyes stand out more among his pale features. Burning through the axe wielder, his corrective words and pointing finger reminding him of his place.

"I will not be talked down to by some earthy fool. You might want to watch yourself before I have to report you to the disciplinary committee." His voice made the air feel like it were sparking up, power echoing in his threats making the volt Lucien received all the more conflicting. He tensed at the thought, and quietly swallowed down the twinge of fear he felt himself about to show. Tightening his grip on his arms and sticking to the look of morality disgust, letting the man go on. "And second, do you honestly think I have time to keep tabs on every single member and their inner thoughts?" Posing a question that almost felt like a trap. He had enough trouble just getting them to their stations. This place had about 43 members and 8.. others. 15 nurses came in from town to look after the newborns, they had to have at least 5 people on kitchen duty for both members and newborn Outcast, leaving 33 people he had to assign work to and make sure they actually did it. Honestly, without his vampiric abilities it would be a real struggle to sweep through the Château four times a day making sure everything was in order.