Edmund got out of his car and once more read over the new rules for this Domain, assuring himself that he could follow them with ease. So you think, fool, you'll be dead within the week, you kno-...

"Silence yourself." Edmund grumbled to himself, cutting the voice off in his head.

You act as if you've no fear, whelp, remember who your Sire was, she acted the same, and now look at her...

"Silence, both of you, its very hard to think with your incessant yammering." Edmund growled, realizing he had spoken aloud and checked himself, thinking angrily at the voices in his mind. You will be silent, I cant have you obstructing my work.

He checked the beautiful mask he had in his hands, admiring the gentle curves, the beauty-mark that stained the cheek, the linear arch of the eyebrows... She really was a beautiful specimen. He wondered if Sacramento also sported such beauty for him to capture and keep for later. He would definitely have to find out...

Edmund checked his blades, clicking his teeth in distaste that blood still marked Sofia's sharp edge. She was always more hungry and Amelia... Cleaning the edge and slipping both knives into their place at his lower back, Edmund shaded them from sight with the blood and drove into town. Court was where he needed to go to find beauty, and power, and money... No mask tonight though...