Chapter Killian
Killian
Lunarian’s main dance floor stood within an atrium with a mezzanine, which housed a series of private rooms. These rooms allowed Vampires to conduct feedings away from prying eyes.
The mezzanine also served as a viewing deck to the dance floor below.
Evenly spaced columns lined the upper level, creating darkened archways where individuals could go unnoticed as they observed the activities below.
Killian Maurell was taking advantage of this architectural feature.
For the third night in a row, he scanned the undulating bodies beneath him, trying to locate the latest Idthraki Fledgling.
Killian hadn’t yet discovered the Fledgling’s identity, but there was an angle he knew he could exploit.
Voresta Idthraki was predictable in his need to protect, and Killian knew that if the Fledgling was here, Voresta would lead him directly to her.
This evening’s hunt began at The Silver Sluice, since it was the preferred venue for most Vampires.
When that effort bore no fruit, he moved on to Lunarian.
Killian was hoping that he’d find the Idthrakis in a club, as searching the intimate blood bars covertly posed a challenge for Noctis’s notorious Vampire-hunting Vampire.
His sweep of Lunarian began at the smaller dance floor at the club’s rear, followed by monitoring the activity of the private rooms. The last place left to search was the dance floor below.
His red eyes roved the space and landed on a familiar blonde-haired male with his arms around a dark-haired female.
Finare Idthraki. If the pointed ears that poked through his locks didn’t give him away, the self-assured way he swayed and bounced on the dance floor certainly did.
Killian was sure that the female was another of Finare’s conquests—it seemed unlikely that Leseldh’s ‘Resonant’ would be dancing so enthusiastically with another, even if it was her Broodmate.
He watched on as the couple moved to the bar and he shifted between the pillars of the archways to keep them in view.
He observed them as they flirted, laughed and downed shots together.
Killian was about to proceed to the next location when he saw Voresta mowing his way through the crowd to approach Finare and his companion.
A devilish grin spread across Killian’s features as the scene morphed into something other than what his imagination stitched together.
Hello, Ivy. Even with his enhanced hearing, he was too far out of range to hear their conversation, but the rage contorting Voresta’s features told him it was a heated exchange.
Killian took in the female’s features for the first time.
She was about Finare’s height, thanks to the heels she wore to match her sinfully short dress.
He could see the flash of her green eyes from the upper level, and as they bore into Voresta’s face, they shimmered with gold.
He smirked as he watched the argument unfold—she was a fiery one.
He might have a bit of fun with this hunt.
The action hit its climax as Voresta wrapped his hand around the Fledgling’s wrist and he dragged her forcefully out of the club.
He watched them go, with Finare hurrying in their wake.
His opportunity to strike was slipping through his fingers, but he wasn’t concerned—confirming her visage was progress enough for tonight.
He couldn’t help but watch her long, dark hair stream wildly behind her as she was hauled out of Lunarian. She was a pretty one, that’s for sure. He could see why Leseldh would want to collect her.
It'd almost be a shame to End her. But he’d do whatever it took to get him closer to his goal.