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"Well now, scryer, my plan is almost fitting into place. What else can you foresee besides your own impending doom with the rest?" Her tone was never short of mockery, even when her ability to physically speak was taken away. So many souls to take, so many innocents to torture, so many obstacles to be rid of; everything seemed to be running smoothly. What could possibly go wrong?

His eyes were shadowed by his bangs as he peered into his crystal, the room filled with incense, curled smoke rising into the air. It didn't take him long for him to give her answer, or lack of it.

"Your imminent failure."

She scoffed. "What makes you so sure of that?" But slowly she felt an eerie feeling in the air. It was the same fear she felt on that fateful day, that exact moment when she was facing death right in the eyes in the form of the red-haired vampiress, having her body 'impaled' by her claws. She grew wary but reminded herself to keep calm. Next to the scryer, a raven flapped its wings gently, letting out a low squawk. He chuckled softly, almost in a sinister manner, as if agreeing with what the raven squawked. She stared at him, feeling mocked by his smile. "What's so amusing?"

His smile grew into a smirk, his eyes still covered by his hair. "You'll fail miserably in your plan for revenge. By the time everything has fallen into place, everyone will be either dead or non-existent. It'll be as if nothing had ever took place. Your fear will secure your inevitable failure."

She was not at all pleased. "No one can stop me now! What makes you think I'll fail?!"

He looked up at her, and it took a lot for her to repress her scream.

He now had the same demonic eyes the vampiress had, only his were more terrifying in itself. She could even spot a hint of...fangs?

Wasn't he just a normal seer with a sixth sense??

"I know your fear, Merliha~ It had been the death of you once, hadn't it~ You were foolish to come to me just so you can see your own future in this plan of yours~"

She staggered back in terror. "W-Who the hell are you?!"

His British accent never wavered, as the grey smokes slowly morphed into black. "Silly Merliha, don't you know a vampire when you see one right in the face~?"

"But--how--?!"

His smirk widened evilly. "My ancestor is the matriarch of the Michaelis family. We were quite famous in West England. Of course, who would ever suspect that they would be creatures of the night~?"

To say she was terrified would be an understatement. And he loved every moment of fear running in her veins as he smirked at her, baring his fangs. "Bet you didn't see that coming, did you~?"

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The matriarch in question is in fact my vampire OC Annabeth Michaelis: [link]

Which makes David part-vampire, and he can unleashed its full-force in given circumstances, like this.

And dear Blackwood is there next to him.

Standard disclaimers applied.

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"Well now, scryer, my plan is almost fitting into place. What else can you foresee besides your own impending doom with the rest?" Her tone was never short of mockery, even when her ability to physically speak was taken away. So many souls to take, so many innocents to torture, so many obstacles to be rid of; everything seemed to be running smoothly. What could possibly go wrong?

His eyes were shadowed by his bangs as he peered into his crystal, the room filled with incense, curled smoke rising into the air. It didn't take him long for him to give her answer, or lack of it.

"Your imminent failure."

She scoffed. "What makes you so sure of that?" But slowly she felt an eerie feeling in the air. It was the same fear she felt on that fateful day, that exact moment when she was facing death right in the eyes in the form of the red-haired vampiress, having her body 'impaled' by her claws. She grew wary but reminded herself to keep calm. Next to the scryer, a raven flapped its wings gently, letting out a low squawk. He chuckled softly, almost in a sinister manner, as if agreeing with what the raven squawked. She stared at him, feeling mocked by his smile. "What's so amusing?"

His smile grew into a smirk, his eyes still covered by his hair. "You'll fail miserably in your plan for revenge. By the time everything has fallen into place, everyone will be either dead or non-existent. It'll be as if nothing had ever took place. Your fear will secure your inevitable failure."

She was not at all pleased. "No one can stop me now! What makes you think I'll fail?!"

He looked up at her, and it took a lot for her to repress her scream.

He now had the same demonic eyes the vampiress had, only his were more terrifying in itself. She could even spot a hint of...fangs?

Wasn't he just a normal seer with a sixth sense??

"I know your fear, Merliha~ It had been the death of you once, hadn't it~ You were foolish to come to me just so you can see your own future in this plan of yours~"

She staggered back in terror. "W-Who the hell are you?!"

His British accent never wavered, as the grey smokes slowly morphed into black. "Silly Merliha, don't you know a vampire when you see one right in the face~?"

"But--how--?!"

His smirk widened evilly. "My ancestor is the matriarch of the Michaelis family. We were quite famous in West England. Of course, who would ever suspect that they would be creatures of the night~?"

To say she was terrified would be an understatement. And he loved every moment of fear running in her veins as he smirked at her, baring his fangs. "Bet you didn't see that coming, did you~?"

----

The matriarch in question is in fact my vampire OC Annabeth Michaelis: [link]

Which makes David part-vampire, and he can unleashed its full-force in given circumstances, like this.

And dear Blackwood is there next to him.

Standard disclaimers applied.