Vampiric Interdiction

[28] G.O.O.A

All twelve chairs were filled, each with one just as prim, pristine and pressed as the suits they were wearing. There was not a single hair out of place, or unwarranted sound. Not a cough or a yawn despite how long the dozen had been essentially ‘trapped’ within the Grand Order of Authority deliberating and discussing new law. 

Everyone seemed rigid, the female at the head of the table more-so, with her hair slicked back in a bun and her eyes directly upon the male at the base who looked equally professional. 

The atmosphere was as disconcerting as if they were all in attendance at a funeral. Those who were not saying their peace, in respected silence and staring ahead blankly, patiently waiting their turn.

Apart from a few glasses, filled with water, wine or otherwise, and a few organized stacks of paper before the Nairwo who was sipping on something translucent, the table was bare. It smelt vaguely like pine, almost as if it had just prior to this meeting been carved from a fallen tree, but it was more likely it was the scent of some sort of polish. The sheen proved this theory’s probability.

The man with ivory hair , gelled in place, and and up-tight disposition, was watching his opposite with great care. He looked somewhat reserved, and like a twig in a gale trying with all it had not to snap under the pressure. There was a smile most unsettling on his lips, and he gave the impression that he was up to something.

Today’s topic was regarding the humans, which always put an extra spark of fire in his innards. He despised them greatly, and when another man to his left — dressed in a grey-pinstriped suit seated at the horizontal centre of the table — suggested they be exiled, the dark one couldn’t have been more in disagreement.

He slammed a tightly clenched fist down hard on the table before shooting off a dangerous look. For a moment he wanted whole-heartedly the dull throbbing in his palm to be the dying thumps of the offending male’s heart.

“Do you have something to add, Syx? Or did you skip breakfast again?” the Nairwo lifted her hand in the air gracefully, as if about to give a royal wave. Instead she pointed to a young woman sitting in one of the corners by the fortified wall. Her index finger still extended, she ignored the disturbing jump in the girl’s mood — excited to be chosen — and swooped the digit down to direct it to where the brunette sat.

The woman took to her feet immediately. Smoothing out ruffles in her form-fitted black dress, she walked over to him, trying to stifle a smile and sat obediently on the male’s lap. Without being asked, she pulled back her loose brown curls and angled her neck ever-so-slightly the way she had seen it been done with offerings in the past.

“As I was saying…”

“Thanks for the snack, but there was… something.” Syx’ hand travelled from where it temporarily had been set to rest on the maiden’s waist, up her spine. He stopped at the top-most knob and his nails played gently at the skin as he spoke. They left light trails but there was not enough pressure behind them to fill the minuscule troughs with scarlet.

“You want them to stay,” the woman, who clearly was the coach of the team, the conductor of the orchestra, leaned in to the table. Her eyes were piercing sapphire behind slender spectacles which were clearly for show as it was impossible she could see much out of them. She had that look about her that at any moment her eyes would roll back into her head.

“I should think that fairly obvious,” said Syx. The woman on his lap was practically quivering as the dark one pulled her in closer to inspect a vein on the side of her neck. She could feel the warmth from his mouth but oddly enough it was being emanated not exhaled.

“If you weren’t already aware, Cova. They have something that we,” he looked to the girl. “…need.” 

There was extra emphasis on his last word, and it made the female on his knee shake even more violently. She was enjoying this. He hadn’t even fed off her yet. However, anyone with eyes could tell she was itching for Syx to take the plunge. The Nairwo swallowed thickly. The sight alone was enough to make her wish she could disappear into the nearest bathroom and chuck her entire stomach’s contents.