James furrowed his brow. It's not like they were eating in a church. Maybe they were heading to dinner? But at these hours of the night? James licked his lip. A few more waking hours wouldn't kill him, and these fellows were strange people. "Just what are you up to..." He stood up from his chair and moved back to the window. He looked out across the cathedral yard, and saw a man approaching the groundskeeper's homes. He strained his bloodshot eyes and squinted. Well dressed, high class, from his walk, and determined. Doesn't look to be an old geezer, either. He scratched his stubble brought his chair over to watch. He strode to the front door, and unlocked it? Just who were these people?
Inside the building, James went back to the computer. Jumping across the network with light keystrokes, he searched for something that could act as his eyes. He found a few unprotected webcams, but nothing on them. He tried another device. "Let's see what you've got Nannycam_Bear." He muttered under his breath. A program fed it a list of factory default passwords for the manufacturer, and several tries later, he was receiving video. The camera feed was surrounded by a fuzzy haze. As the name probably suggested, a camera hidden in some stuffed bear's eye. The lighting was alright, a single lamp on a nightstand left things bathed in a soft yellow glow. He saw a young, beautiful woman, standing dumb, seemingly entranced by something endlessly captivating. A man walked up to her, and embraced her, and from the looks of it, was kissing her neck.
"A lover's tryst." James snorted. He was about to close the feed, out of respect for their privacy, when something seemed off. The woman stood, motionless in the man's arms, her face slowly growing paler and paler. The man continued his embrace, his posture growing more dominant and strong. It reminded him almost of a lion as it had its prey in its grasp. He continued watching, and the longer it went on, the stranger it all seemed. He pulled back a moment, as saw two small, light trickles of blood flowing from her neck. A short moment later, he returned for another kiss, and the blood was gone. Gently, he took her to another room, the bedroom, probably, and returned without her.
Panicked by what he had seen, James moved to the phone and began to dial for the police, but stopped. He sat back down and laughed, nearly on the verge of tears. Aloud, he said to himself through chuckles. "I'm so tired I thought I was Dracula!" James took a moment to calm down before he resumed finishing his ramen. "This, then bed." He said through a tired sigh. As he neared the bottom of the cup, he heard more noise through his computer. The audio for the cathedral was still open, but this time, that man seemed to be in the frame. He spoke with command and energy, as if the world was his domain.
“Marcus… Raise the Primogen from their slumber if they haven’t already woken. I want every Primogen setting their underlings to task. The fact that this Vampire roams my city streets without addressing the Prince is an insult. This isn’t the wild west of America. This is the great city of London, and I’ll not stand for it. Find this rogue and bring him or her to heel.”
James paled.
