Blessings of the Curse

chapter 6

"What!?" Dathomeer screamed after hearing the report from one of his watchers. He flew over his chiseled stone table and cleared the twenty feet between he and the vampire in the blink of an eye, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the wall in the underground cavern.

"How could you let them take it?!" He pitched his lackey across the dimly lit room where the servant hit a candle stand, knocking it over. The flames slid up the vampire's leg like a serpent until his whole body was covered. He screamed and bounded around the room and against the walls, then rolled on the ground in circles, kicking and screaming. In one quick movement, Dathomeer grabbed his sword off the table and severed the creatures head, then threw the steel across the room in frustration.

He punched the stone wall, leaving shattered bits where his fist hit. This was not good. His plans were ruined. He should have gone himself. He should've-

He pushed out the thoughts of the woulda, shoulda, coulda's. They only made doubt curl into his mind and he didn't need that. The past was the past and no one could change that, no matter how powerful they are.

Once he regained his composure, he regretted killing the vampire. After all, he did as was ordered. To stay back, watch, not to interfere, and to report back. Sometimes knowledge is worth the life of soldiers. It's all in how your pawns are placed on the board. He always sent a third party, sometimes unbeknownst to even his own vampires, to evaluate and asses how they could follow orders and to gauge how well their integration into the world was going. One watcher had come back but the other had not yet. But from what he was just told it seems both missions to retrieve the book and the girl were failures.

Once again, those two annoying gnats have interfered in his affairs. They were little pests and it was time to step on them, hard! He regretted not killing them when he'd had the time. Dathomeer slumped into his leather high back chair, and massaged his temples. The current base he was operating out of now was an underground cave system which above it was just one of many mansions in his ownership. It was located in the Midwest united states, currently it was the middle ground for his many machinations. The cave system might be damp and ominous feeling to those that would enter, but the deeper it got the more modern and even advanced it became. Like all his residencies it needed to be fully equipped with electricity and other amenities. Dathomeer had miles of cables and power lines ran deep into the earth and they powered the three powerful cray super-computers that he sat in front of. No matter where he was on the earth, he could keep tabs on everything and everyone under his thumb.

If Draven and Secore wished to get his full attention than they had accomplished just that. He believed both didn't know much of anything about the Daigo so its secrets were still safe. The girl was another story. He hadn't researched her enough to know more about her. Of course, they would be on the run from him, but it shouldn't take long to find them. He had his ways. They were powerful, no doubt and hard to kill, which was one of the reasons he had left them alone. But now they were directly in his way and he couldn't have that. Knowing the two were better than the vampires he had under him he surmised this plan would require special help. He sat up with determination and woke the computer from sleep mode. The cavern filled with the l.e.d. light from the large screen and he began to set his plans into motion.