Back at the All Hallows Church basement...
Roxie locks the door behind her. She always felt that feeding was a private affair, and having another vamp watching her was creepy as all get out.
Roxie never said that she was issue free.
She looked at the four men she had tied to the chairs in the small, unused room. The ones Black had fed from had recovered from unconsciousness, but were understandably still groggy. The beefy one with a goatee and the one with the trashy bling? They were relatively unhurt.
Roxie tore off their blindfolds so they could see her fangs come out. They begged for their lives, it was charming really. A Lord would have done a little Bond Villain speech. A Shadow would have done it in the dark. A Haunt would have scared them into drinking from it. A Daeva would have fucked them first. She was a Savage and she had no problems acting like one.
She moves behind Goatee and opens up her wrist. She bites down on his neck and as the Kiss takes over, she presses the bloody wound to his mouth. She takes it slowly, so the others can watch and the Vinculum can take properly. She takes more than she gives from him, but not enough to seriously impair him. She leaves him gasping for breath, and moves to the others and repeats the process. Bling tries spitting it out the first time, so she slugs him hard enough to make him see stars and she forces it down his throat. Jorge doesn't try anything funny after that.
She leaves Lobo for last. When she's finished with the three of them she moves behind him, and without any theatrics or speeches or anything, puts the gun to the back of his head. His eyes widen as he feels it.
BANG
Bits of him splatter the other three, and nobody says anything while she cuts the bindings off the dead man. She tips the body out of the chair, and then she sits on it, feet resting on the still steaming former leader. She looks them all in the eyes, and then says the first thing since she entered the room.
"Alright boys. Let's talk."
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