<i>Great</i>. He didn't seem to be taking her seriously.<i>Of course not, what was I expecting?</i>If Darcy wanted him to actually hear her out, she'd probably have to beat him over the head. At this point, she was seriously considering it; just hearing him huff behind his mask was enough to make her brow twitch in annoyance.<br/><br/>She sighed heavily when he spilled his side of the story.<i>Oh, this is terrible.</i>"Two vampires saw you? Let me guess, one of them was female, tall, with long, wavy black hair, wearing a cloak?<i>Please</i>, don't tell me that you got caught by Lydia herself." Darcy made the comment for no other reason but to hold on to the last sliver of hope that Sam hadn't completely screwed up, but she didn't need his confirmation to piece the scene together for herself. More and more problems were sprouting from his story, too. She resisted the urge to nervously bite at her neatly filed nails, as this meeting did the exact opposite of what she'd wanted, creating more unease than she'd felt earlier.<br/><br/>"And this male vampire...was he, by chance, a well-dressed, sort of dandy-looking guy, hair just as dark as Lydia's?" Darcy knew Lydia well, well enough to know the company she liked to keep. Since the shipment was scheduled, Darcy was certain Lydia would be spending time with her merchant friend, and if it was indeed Paris who'd spotted Sam along Lydia, there were not only one, but<i>two</i>influential vampires on their tail. Paris knew...well, Darcy wasn't sure how much Paris knew at all. For all she knew, Paris's knowledge was infinite, given the broad influence he held. Darcy was tempted to say he should've hunted Paris down and killed him, but<i>that</i>would open another can of worms that she didn't even want to imagine. "Shit, Sam...you really have a habit of starting things and<i>not finishing them</i>, don't you?" she chided.<br/><i><br/>
"I want to kill that girl... I want to finish what I started...."</i><br/><br/>Darcy sighed once more. "You should. The longer she's alive, the more of a threat she poses to the cause. Who knows how much she's already told Lydia and that Enforcer? Who knows how much she even remembers? At least you were wearing that mask. You<i>were </i>wearing the mask, right? Whatever, anyway...I have to figure out how to clean up the mess you've made," she said, doing little to hide the bite in her tone. "I'll figure out how to lure the girl somewhere, and this time, you'll<i>end her</i>."