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</div><br/>Responsibility.  It was something that was to be taken seriously.  Whenever he’d promised to do something, he did.  He followed through and took care of business, no matter what it took, no matter how much time it demanded.  It was important to him, to have that respectability.  Those who had always faithfully served him were rewarded, those who crossed him were dealt with accordingly.  Just as importantly, those who messed with his beautiful garden were swiftly punished.<br/><br/>The last offense was still fresh in his mind.  Each and every one of his flowers had been trampled under the boots of a vicious hunter.  It had not only been a senseless attack, considering some of them had never done anything wrong, but it had also been enough to force his hand.  Old as he was, he’d long since taken to living underground, only very rarely venturing out to the surface, to the world he’d turned away from.  He’d grown tired of the march of time.  That was why he’d lived through his garden, watching them grow, savouring their fragrance… and accepting their sacrifices.  With no followers to worship him, that snuffed his easy meal ticket.<br/><br/>The thought had occurred to him to just remain underground and sleep for a few centuries.  It wouldn’t have been that bad; he’d done it before, slept with nothing but the sound of the earth humming around him in that distant way that it always did, floating aimlessly in the dark.  Part of him wanted to sulk through it in such a way.  In the end, it felt too much like betrayal to just slip away and disappear like that.  After all, he’d promised to watch over and protect his beautiful little flowers, and he’d failed.  The hunter had swept in and destroyed everything.<br/><br/>Thinking of it like that made him decide to go to the trial.  Humans were silly little things when it came to justice.  There really wasn’t much of that left in the world, and it was never easier to see than when he watched the hunter’s trial.  No one knew who he was, hooded and tucked away toward the back near the door.  No one really acknowledged him.  The hunter did, however.  Kade wanted to make it very clear that he was there, watching, and that no matter what the court decided, revenge would be his.<br/><br/>Days of that.  He listened to the arguments and the excuses.<i>Proof</i>was something that apparently was lacking, even though there should’ve been more than enough evidence.  But the jury was apparently not convinced, and the hunter walked free.  His life would be spent beyond bars… what was left of it.  The vampire only smiled, knowing that he would bring down his own punishment on the man responsible for the crimes committed against him and his.<br/><br/>He loathed the day.  He was too pale, too sensitive to the light.  It weakened him considerably.  Still, compared to a human, he was faster and stronger.  It just meant he was in an even more irritable mood when he tracked the hunter back to the hotel he’d rented out, the man rushing to get his gear together and skip town.  Cranky as he was, Kade was leaving within ten minutes.  The housekeeping staff were going to have their hands full.<br/><br/>Unsatisfied, Kade set his sights on another target.  It wasn’t as if it was necessarily the lawyer’s<i>fault</i>, but he had sided with the enemy, and the vampire’s thirst for revenge had not yet been quenched.<br/><br/><i>Dorian</i>, the man had been called.  A pretty thing in his own right, but cold and snakelike.  By the time he was leaving for dinner, Kade was tracking him.  The amount of wealth that he’d accumulated over time was what one might expect, probably more, and he’d spent quite a bit here and there.  His club had been the most money he’d invested in the long run, but then he’d had special equipment installed, an entire bunker full of electronics and security systems… everything he’d needed to feel safe and secure in his own luxurious tomb.  That didn’t mean that he hadn’t invested in other necessities of the day, such as the sleek black car one of his flowers had chosen for him.  He’d often let his garden use it for whatever they needed, but now he was the only one who needed to use the thing.<br/><br/>It took just a spare couple of minutes for Kade to step into the place after Dorian had entered, though he watched him a little before making his way over to the bar and settling down a couple of seats away.  Kade himself had taken the time to dress for the hunt, this specific situation calling for a grey suit, much like Dorian’s, though he paired it with a black shirt and tie.  His long hair was pulled back loosely, a few strands falling free around his porcelain face.  The large sunglasses that covered so much of that doll-like appearance weren’t slid off and tucked away until he was seated, at which point he scanned the lawyer up and down, making no attempt to hide it.  If one didn’t know better, it looked as if Kade was judging the man, perhaps looking at him as a lesser.  And he was.