Aleksander<br/>Empty Apartment<br/>Tagging:  Klaus<br/><i>Night of Drew Angston's Suicide</i><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/tenor-gif.56454/" title="tenor.gif">
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</div></div><br/><br/>Wait.  Wait.<i>Wait.  </i>Those were his orders and wait he did.  He said as still as stone in an armchair by the window, for all the world seeming relaxed.  From this angle, if he were to open his eyes, he could see across the empty, desolate street to the tiny house tucked neatly against the woods.  He didn't need to open his eyes, he could hear<i>everything.  </i>There were two others in the room with him, ones that he had made, that he had created. Created for one purpose that they would fulfill tonight.   He waited as patiently as a vampire who longed for the hunt could.  He was waiting for Klaus to unhook his leash, to call him with the order.  He never made a move without Klaus' precious approval and he had could only surmise that that was why the man trusted him enough for a situation as delicate as this one was.<br/><br/>He didn't move a muscle until his phone vibrated on the table in front of him.  In a flash, it was against his ear.  He didn't greet the person on the other side, there was no need to.  Only one would be calling him.  "Da," he answered, pocketing the phone and standing up.  His eyes were now open, glowing red in the dark light.  The other two had paused when he stood, waiting.<br/><br/>"Go.  Fetch."  He ordered.  He was slower to cross the street than his subordinates.  He moved silently, the street light unable to catch him.  This witch was smart and he could already hear the yells of one of the vampires he had sent.  They were created solely for this.  The distraction.  Opening the back door, he could feel the heat coming from the other room.  Worthless, the both of them.  Luckily he had calculated just how long it would take for the two men to expire.<br/><br/>The witch was breathing hard by the time he entered, satisfied that she was seemingly safe for now.  A hand on her neck proved otherwise and another moment she laid limp against him.  Had she been able to speak, it might have been a lot more interesting but Klaus didn't want her harmed yet.  When Klaus returned, he would find the witch bound and gagged.  Alek didn't want anything to go wrong, and being able to use that mouth of hers didn't fit well into his plans.  Wrinkling his nose in disgust at the pathetic creature at his feet, he pulled out his phone.<br/><br/>"It's been done," he said, his voice low to his sire.  The light was just starting to peek through the crack between the blackout curtains and the window and a thin line of light stretched across the floor.  Alek, happily nestled in the darkness waited for Klaus' next orders.