One Big Happy Family

Chapter 7: Viktor Interrogates Drogo

Drogo warily took the stairs up to Viktor's bedroom. He was poised to knock on the door when he heard his father's voice from inside:

"Come in, Drogo."

Drogo grimaced — Viktor could always feel his son's presence. Drogo wished he could elude the old vampire, but there wasn't much chance of ever doing it. He opened the door and walked in. Viktor was sitting behind a small desk, furiously scribbling on some paper.

"Just how many desks do you need?" Drogo asked, arching an eyebrow. He referred to the fact that Viktor had another desk in his home office, as well as one at the bank. And here was a third... in his bedroom.

Viktor looked up. He didn't even crack a smile. "Why do you care how many desks I have," he said dryly.

"I don't... I was just making conversation," Drogo replied with a smirk.

"There's no need for that," Viktor pointed to a chair situated right across from him. "Sit."

Drogo meandered over and sat down. He leaned back into the chair and crossed one leg over his other knee.

"So... what did you want to see me for?" He asked nonchalantly. Inside, he didn't feel nearly as confident.

Viktor didn't say anything for a while. He continued working on his papers, letting Drogo simmer. Eventually, he set his pen down and gazed at his son with his cold, emerald eyes. Drogo felt like he was shrinking in front of his father's scrutiny.

"Tell me about the Osbornes," Viktor finally remarked.

"What would you like to know?" Drogo raised his eyebrows. "I killed them for you... as you asked."

Viktor paused and tapped on his desk with his fingernails... the sound was unnerving. "When did you do it?"

"Last Halloween," Drogo replied without batting an eyelash. "I thought I'd make it... special," he grinned.

Viktor didn't reply. Instead, he continued staring at Drogo in his unsettling way.

"And... did you have any difficulties?" He finally asked.

Drogo shook his head. "Nope. Not really. I caught them by surprise." He paused. "I think perhaps they were expecting trick-or-treaters," he snickered.

"Hmmm," Viktor tilted his head to one side. "Did you now..."

They continued sitting in silence. Drogo wasn't about to volunteer any information without being specifically asked about it. Viktor resumed his paperwork.

"Is there anything else you need from me?" Drogo inquired after a while. "Or are you just enjoying my company?"

"Who did you kill first?" Viktor asked, without looking up from his work.

"Sabrina," Drogo replied without hesitation. "She opened the door, and I didn't waste my opportunity."

Viktor nodded. "Did she put up a fight?"

Drogo sighed. "Not much of one. I pounced on her straight away."

Viktor nodded again. "And... in the meantime... what did Zara do?"

"To be honest... I'm not entirely sure," Drogo shrugged. "I was a little busy to pay much attention to what else was going on."

Viktor looked up. "I can only assume that Zara was alerted by Sabrina's screams."

Drogo scratched his chin and played dumb. "Possibly..."

Viktor leaned back into his chair and gazed at Drogo intently. "You don't expect me to believe that the old witch would just sit around waiting to die while you were murdering her granddaughter... do you?"