For a few months now I have been arranging for a lovely studio apartment in the entertainment district of Toronto to be renovated. Griffin and I have just pulled in to the front doors of the Ritz-Carlton hotel to move in.
"Griffin... Griffin! Get up we're here." He snorted and woke up from his sleep, shaking his dark brown hair out of his face.
"Ugh, damn it it's about time. My back's been killing me." I got out of my new matte black Lamborghini that I purchased when we left New York. Its sleek metal and dark tinted windows are just what I've been looking for. I don't need a fast car, or a car in general really. I refuse to use my vampiric abilities so I always use transmutation. This is a form of teleportation that only the most advanced witches and warlocks can successfully accomplish. I could have travelled from here to New York in this way, but travelling with Griffin has proved to be more troublesome then I would have thought. He's only 45 but his powers aren't what they used to be. The last time we tried to trans-mutate anywhere he nearly wound up in Belgium. I could just leave him on his own and well-off, but he's the only family and remnant of my life before I was changed. In addition to that, he's become a vital piece to my plan.
I hand my keys to the closest bellhop and walk over to the hotel's manager, the click from my high heel's echoing through the entry hall. The manager nervously adjusts his pale gold tie then holds his hands in front of his chest, demonstrating how highly he thinks of himself. I come closer to him and his facade fails, his emotions are revealed to show how scared he is to disappoint me.
Oh yes, you're right to be terrified in my presence. Human beings are so easily crushed under the force of my powerful aura, merely standing a few feet away from me can make any person feel earth shaken and lose their will.
