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Chapter 12: The vampire trio

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After the rather eloquent display of Maxwell's guts on the table of his dungeon, Michal made his way back to his office to make an important phone call. The High witch had seen herself out after he had insured her over and over in his most friendly manner that he would handle it. He had even given her a hug, but for some reason the woman seemed petrified.

"Hmm oh well, what you can do," he mused with a hearty shrug.

Sitting down at his black wooden desk, he picked up the thin black rectangular device the humans called a smart phone. Phil had taught him how to use it and he had to agree it was quite marvelous. The hidden buttons, the alarms and the wonderful but foolish thing called facebook were humans revealed themselves for all the world to see. He could imagine all of the nasty people who could easily find their prey without so much as leaving their homes. Ah, the things mankind had built.

Michal called Elliott Leader of Redmond the British coven on his private line. After a few rings he answered.

"What the in the bloody world do you want Michal?" He spoke his posh British accented voice filled with unconcealed irritation. In the background he heard the soft protests of a female inquiring who was on the phone. It was most likely Diana, his beloved.

"Well forgive me my dear cousin for interrupting, I simply called to speak to you on an important matter. It seems we have a little problem that might not be so little," He replied casually.

"Proceed," Elliott allowed from the other side of the phone his voice gaining that slow curiosity that Michal knew best in him.

"I was just introduced to a side of Maxwell Redmond I won't be forgetting in a hurry. His insides Elliot, are spilt on the table in my dungeon."

"Maxwell is dead?" Elliot asked in astonishment.

"Yes very much so, do you have any idea why?" he questioned innocently.

"Cut the proverbial bull. What do you know Michal?" he gritted out.

Michal put out an exaggerated sigh, "well a little Bloodwood bird has informed me that she saw Maxwell with a pesky group of taintbloods in her area and she brought him to me. You or your people know anything about that would you Elliot?" he drawled his Romanian accent prominent as ever.

A slight pause could be heard before Elliot responded. "Taintbloods are the product of your brother and his hissy fit, they have nothing to do with my coven cousin," He bit.

"Now Elliot, I have never known you to be blinded. I'm quite serious," he said sarcastically. "the head of the Bloodwoods coven came knocking on my door wailing about how I was going to handle the taintbloods on her land. I was actually very astonished when she revealed that a changeling was amongst them, she then proceeded to show me the body and it was Maxwell alright. He is right there in my dungeons still."

"Could it be happening again?" Elliot asked, the thought of any one of his coven plotting against him was not farfetched, there were always those that were envious of his power no matter how few. Other than that they were a family. Maxwell was less of that, he was a very preposterous man, with very preposterous ideas on where he stood in the world.

"I suspect it is, it seems that my brother has workings beyond the grave. That the taintbloods would show themselves after so long is something incomprehensible. Why now?" he pondered thoughtfully.

"It could be that they have finished doing whatever it is that they were doing in that godforsaken state Alaska."

"Never matter cousin, talk to Luis and we will meet on Mount Everest."