Thread: Bloodthirsty

The sleek, black car pulled smoothly into the residential street, rolling to a silent stop in front of a small house. It was a quaint street. Quiet and secure, not known for any unusual happenings. Much of the housing on this sleepy street rented out by students, or owned by families who left early and returned late. Therefore the curious expensive foreign car with it's tinted windows raised more than one eyebrow as the last of the stragglers returned home. The car sat idle. Still. No one exited and no one came. The last rays of the sun glinting off of its tinted glass as the sky faded into hues of bloodred and fiery orange setting the clouds ablaze. The man sitting in the backseat sighed, russet eyes traveling leisurely to the window to gaze at the house's second floor. The boy's lights were on. He's in position. One of the black-haired men in the front stated. No shit. The man in the back scowled. He took a slow sip from a metal flask, wetting his lips with it's burgundy liquid. The two men in the front seat watched the sun sink, then the driver switched off the ignition. The car fell into darkness. The man in the passenger's seat tapped on his phone, illuminating unnaturally pale skin and sharp features in the artificial light. The line picked up after one ring. Yes? It was a woman's voice, carrying silkily over from the other end. Acquiring target now. The man informed a brusk tone clipped and formal, as one developed within lifestyle of servitude. Understood. Came the woman's curt reply. The line cut off, the man slipping the phone into his pocket and retrieved a black case from the glove compartment. The bronze-haired man in the backseat grunted as he finished his drink, making his annoyance audible. Tasks such as these were below him, and having to accompany the Retrievers made him vexed to no end. Imbecilic Common Bloods couldn't keep their mouths off of the new ones apparently, no matter how much training was pounded into their skulls. Hence his current state drudgery in the back seat of the plush car. That, and supposedly this one was special... Hah. Without waiting for the two guards in the front seats, he threw opened the door, stepping out into the night air. Istillo Anselm breathed in deeply. He was a sight. A pressed suit was starch flawlessly unwrinkled. The shirt beneath his black jacket had the first three buttons loose and he was missing a tie instead, the lose flaps of his collar parted to offer a glimpse of the pale ropes of muscle that made up his form. He moved with the confidence of a lion, his stride intimidating, wild bronze hair being tousled by the cold night air. Istillo pushed past the two black-clad men, taller than both retainers, standing at around 6 feet 4. They followed swiftly on his heels, matching his cliped pace. His gaze settled on the little house and he smirked. Istillo didn't have to say anything, the assistants setting the operation into motion immediately. It was how they were trained. Little less than robots. Disgraceful idiots. Istillo spat. In spite of their superior's hatred towards them, the black clad men were nothing if not graceful. They checked the outside of the house thoroughly, red eyes flicking over the perimeter, listening for any signs of movement. The boy didn't seem to have a dog, the only sound being a faint rustling from the parent's room on the opposite side of the house. Wouldn't be a problem. Their better stood by, a quirk working it's way onto his lips. What would the boy do he wondered, if he knew his house was surrounded by predators But he won't know. They never knew, until the retrieval team came. The young target was a human, and they themselves were a far cry from those pitifully weak beings. The kid stood no chance. Three figures blended into the shadows of the boy's room, molding with them. Isillo's heightened hearing could pick up his assistant's deep intakes of breath. He growled lowly, putting a stop to their nonsense. The room's air was moist and fragrant from the boy's shower and his scent. Istillo couldn't deny his scent was lovely He gestured to his men. One opened the black case, picking out a discreet bottle of liquid from it's contents. The other guard made his way silently towards the prone boy, gloved hand brushing over pale pink lips before crushing down on them, and pulling the boy into his lap, arm wrapping securely around the boy's--holding him immobile against his chest. Istillo waited for the boy to wake, amused. He always did like giving them their last glimpse of freedom before the Retrievers whisked them away. Or perhaps he was just sick, wanting to see the fear flash behind the youth's eyes. Revel in the human's emotions.