Recksâ€™ eyes were drawn to the blood pooling on the floor and the body lying at Marcelliâ€™s feet. He could hear the steady dripping noise of human blood falling from her hands and colliding with the stone floor, merging with the pools at her feet. She was quite the sight, his boss. When she got into torture, she got into torture; he couldnâ€™t help but wonder what the pathetic human had done to offend her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Recks perfect timing I am in the mood to play with someâ€¦â€¦well never mind, Now."</span>Recks couldnâ€™t help the smirk that slid across his face when she turned to face him, the fire in her eyes told him what he needed to know. Morris was dead.<span style="font-style: italic">"You say he was giving our plans to FILTHY humansâ€¦.and you witnessed itâ€¦First I ask that you grab that Bastard, and Throw some chains on him, Vampire restraints, And I want to torture him Long and Hard to see what he will tell us, as to the information which has been given. Vampires last far longer than humans in torture."</span>Recks nodded excitement coiling in his muscles, how heâ€™d longed for a good fight.<br/><br/>â€œAs you wish.â€ He bowed and turned taking his leave from the room as Road rose. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys that rested there, flicking them over his fingers as he reached the armory and sticking the proper key in the lock and listening as the locked turned over and the door swung open. Exposing oh so many weapons to his eyes, but he already had his choice weapons. With strict movements he snatched the magic infused manacles from the wall. They would prevent any attempt at escape, of course that was added to the bloodletting spikes Marcelli was so fond of. He looped them though his belt next to his sword and dagger, and headed out of the armory back to the front of their headquarters. Morris would be expected to return from his patrol soon, Recks would be waiting for him.<br/><br/>He leaned against a nearby tree watching the direction he knew Morris would come from. As soon as he came into Recks line of sight he was ready for a battle. How he prayed that Morris would give him one. The male had almost reached HQ when Recks stepped out into his path. Morris inhaled sharply and stared at the second in command. Recksâ€™ eyes clearly showed his intent as he walked forward.<br/><br/>â€œCome quietly, or fight. But one way or another youâ€™re going to see the boss.â€ Recks said a subtle smirk forming on his lips as he approached Morris, he drew his weapon pointing a gun at Recks. â€œI was hoping you would react this way.â€ Recks said and the two of them flew into action, Recks reached out with invading Morrisâ€™ mind with his own. In his mind Morris saw Recks charging straight at him. As Morris emptied his chamber on an enemy that existed only in his mind, Recks walked forward stepping behind Morris. He pulled the smaller mans arm behind his back, shattering the illusion as he placed a manacle on one wrist, and he reached for the other hand only to feel pain slither like fire down his arm. He looked down watching his blood flow down his arm, annoyance flicked though his features. His leg flew out and looped around Morrisâ€™ knocking him to the ground with an easy movement. The dagger he had used to stab Recks with flew from his grasp as the other manacle clamped around his wrist.<br/><br/>Recks yanked the other vampire to his feet and led him back though the halls before reentering the hall and throwing Morris to the ground at Marcelliâ€™s feet.<br/><br/>â€œDelivered as you asked.â€ Recks said rubbing his injured right arm as the blood dripped from his fingertips hitting the floor. The wound was already healing but Recks had never liked the sensation of blood leaving his body. In the end, the fight hadn't been worth it. But then... Recks hardly ever met someone who could challenge him.