(Author’s POV)
"Well, well, well~ .... look who has finally decided to come to us," Brian Tape spoke, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery. "The traitor is here."
The person standing in front of him remained completely unhinged as a cocky smile spread across his lips. "Just came to see some old friends. Can’t I?" His eyes darted from Brian to Catherine. "Long time no see. Did you miss me, Richards?" He was wearing a deep maroon, velvet textured cloak, which was concealing half his face. The back of the cloak was emblazoned with a silver pattern; the same design Myra had drawn in her notebook.
Catherine’s eyes narrowed as Brian sneered and spat, "You freak~ .... stay in your lane. Don’t you fucking blabber nonsense in front of Elder Richards. Else I’ll pull that filthy tongue of yours out with a pair of pliers."
"Haha~ ..." the person wasn’t intimidated one bit. Instead, he couldn’t help but scoff lightly at Brian’s stupidity. "Tape~ .... Tape~ .... After all these years, you still haven’t changed one bit. Still being Richards puppy, wagging your tail around her. How cute~ .... just adorable."
As short tempered as Brian is, he banged his hand on the handrest of the chair, making a crack in the wood and got up abruptly; the heavy chair keeled on one side, "You bastard~ .... fucking imbecile. Dare to insult me, the ruler of the Nocturne Coven Clan and the Vampire Elder. You deserve to~ ...." Before he could complete his cussing threat, he was thrown off by a sudden force of wind which came from nowhere. He was flung backwards, his shoulders colliding with the wall with a deafening thud.
Catherine’s eyes flickered as she flicked her eyes back and forth between the two men. She was shell shocked to see such a tremendous display of immense power. ’I knew, back in the day, he held substantial power. But is he really the same guy?’ The cloak covered person, merely by the flick of his wrist, had made Brian Tape, one of the stalwart vampires, bite the dust. Of course, anyone would be stunned.
Seething with raw rage, Brian roared, the corner of his mouth trickling with blood, "ARGHHHHHH~ ... HOW DARE YOU~ .... BROOKS~ .... I’m going to~" He was ready to throw hands, but Catherine’s voice echoed through the hall, making his actions stop, "BRIAN~ .... ENOUGH."
"But Elder Richards~ .... did you not see what he~ ...." Brian was still adamant on his stance. After all, his ego was thoroughly bruised and battered by that one move. And that too in front of his beloved Catherine.
"I SAID ENOUGH~ .... Am I not clear? Don’t make a fool of yourself as well as I," Catherine remarked sharply as she drilled her eyes into his staunch devotee. She then casually shifted her attention towards the person named Denver Brooks~ .... "Take a seat first, Brooks."
Denver’s smile widened as he languidly walked towards the empty chair, which was reserved for Catherine’s deputy. "That’s more like it," he commented, crossing his legs without a care, like he owned the place.

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