an unexpected guest __" Emiell

[Sadie]

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[Emiell]

Emiell spat on the dirt floor in disgust. The piece of paper lay crumpled on the floor. He stepped toward it and stomped down hard, crushing it into the dust. It was another note from his father. Not really his father, his sire. But Emiell had loved him and respected him like a son would his own dad. For the past 300 years, ever since his re-birth. In human years, he was only 16. The man that signed his notes as "Father" had never really loved Emiell. He was a tool, something he could command that would instill fear in the hearts of the humans he was fighting so hard to contain. And for what purpose? Humans were of little more use to vampires than food.

The words of the note played over and over again in his mind:
Dear Emiel,

You're beloved father,
Emilio, Vampire Overlord

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Emiell had a gut feeling that he wouldn't be seeing his father for a very long time. He wasn't worried about the shape shifting demon much either. Demons, he could handle. It was those out of control Slayers that seemed to have issues. One had tried to kill him upon his arrival. It had been sad, seeing her die for a lost cause. But it was for the best, he reminded himself fiercely. You are the only one who has access to your father's inner chambers. You can still stop this. Emiell had always had a soft spot for humans, he hadn't really been on board with the whole "take over" plan.

He snapped back to attention when he heard a groaning sound coming from the gates. Emiell cast a glance at his watch. It was still 2:00 in the afternoon. He wrote it off as the breeze. No human could make it past the guards. Not even one of those Slayers. They were getting careless, thinking they could take on anything only to be caught and killed. Quite pathetic really. That's why he had begun to think he was the last hope for the humans. He kicked the crumpled, ripped remains of the note one more time before turning toward the painting on the wall. It had been in the crypt ever since he'd arrived. It depicted a man in modern garb. The painting itself couldn't have been that old.

Emiell was hit from behind with a blast of freezing cold air. He whipped himself around in time to see a girl standing in the doorway. She was much shorter than him, with dark brunette curls that fell to her waist. She looked around the crypt with wide brown eyes. Emiell smelled human blood. This girl was no demon. She couldn't be a Slayer either. But that was the only other logical explanation, no regular girl couldn't gotten this far. If she could. she was a threat. "What are you doing here?" he said severely, looking the girl dead in the eyes.[/blockquote][/size]

[Sadie]

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