Awoken

Chapter 4

Thomas paused in front of the door. "You're not afraid of ghosts, are you?"

"You're kidding, right?"

Thomas chuckled. "What? It's funny. No, we don't have any present hauters but we do have a 500-and-something year-old vamp."

Nate's hand found his face in annoyance. "I'm starting to miss the ghost idea.

A light chuckle was emitted by the Cher loving demi-vamp.

Before Thomas could raise his fist further, the door swung open. The man standing before them was gothically handsome is almost every sense. A straight nose led to a pair of thin pale lips, framed by sharp cheekbones and a straight jaw. His eyes burned scarlet with a near predatory glare. Styled white blond hair fell to his ruby silk clad shoulders. The shirt was just open enough to see a golden medallion, the size of a quarter, against his prominent pale collarbones on a delicate byzantine chain. The medallion bore a crest unfamiliar to either male in the doorway.

"Half-breed." He smirked as he raked his eyes over him. "What brings you to my chambers at this hour of the day."

Thomas exhaled. "Funny, I don't remember signing up for your BS. Where's Delphine."

The annoyed vampire's eyes rolled in feigned exasperation. "As if I'd know where that devious little imp has disappeared to. If you really wish to find it, I suggest you look else where."

Thomas arched an eyebrow as he put his foot between the closing door and the threshold.

"Fine." The blond let the door swing open. He turned towards a writing desk in the corner of the room and retrieved a jar wherein an agitated imp sat, preening her wings.

"What was it this time, Alec?"Thomas huffed as he ripped open the thick black curtains allowing the daylight to reveal an ebony four poster bed. Lying, propped up by his elbows, on its equally black sheets was the silk-clad bloodsucker, squinting at the brightness.

"Ouch."

Damn this guy's cliché, Nate thought.

"Who's the howler?" He said, eyeing him.

"He's Sara's, now stop changing the subject." Thomas crossed his arms across his broad chest.

Alec's head fell back with an exaggerated groan of annoyance. "Why don't you ask it what happened and then you won't be so quick to judge." His hand jutting out in the direction of the jar.

Thomas narrowed his eyes at the half smirking vamp and looked down at the imp. She kept her hands clasped behind her back and looked anywhere but at his pale eyes. "Delphine." His voiced lowered.

At that, the tiny creature exploded with high-pitched, squeaky excuses. "It was just so shiny! We had to have it. It would look just so beauty amongst our pretty-pretties! Oh please let us keep it? Oh please, please, please?"

Alec sat up and pointed a practically manicured finger at the creature, "See? I told you it wasn't my fault. The little thing wishes to steal my medallion."

He ran a hand over his shaved head and then reached to open the window. "Apologize and promise to never do it again."

The imp was silent.

"-or, I leave you with blondie."

"We're not sorry but we swear on our pretty-pretties that we shan't come looking for the shiny." Thomas's eyes shot to Alec, who had reclined to his original position.