It was a usual night at headquarters for me. Since I was a part of the 12th Brigade of Elites, my base was the most extravagant. I sat on the edge of the indoor fountain, trailing my fingers across the water and causing shallow ripples to form. It was unnecessary, I thought. What put one Elite brigade over the other? Our mission was just to kill, wasn't it? Did it matter who did it better?<br/><br/>I sighed, looking around at all of the other Blood Watchers with their Masters. They were more linked to theirs than I was with mine. Lucas. I wondered where he was now. Probably showering from the raid to ignt. He always had to look his best. After a successful raid, we sat around and ate, chatting and drinking as well. It was unnecessary, I thought. Why not rest properly? Why get drunk and end up with a hangover in the morning instead? Foolish, I thought.<br/><br/>Some of the others eyes me closely. It seemed I wAs the black sheep here. I didn't mind it. I was the best in this group, but I never boasted about it. Yet, they held a resentment to me. Why? I could only ponder over it. I sighed. "Where is he..." I muttered, looking at my pale reflection in the great pool of water.<br/><br/>"Who, me?" A figure appeared behind me, a dashing smile shining brightly in the water. I allowed myself to smile, turning to look up at him.<br/><br/>"Yes, you. I thought you might have drowned in the tub." Even though I wasn't so social, Lucas was my closest ally and friend. Maybe we did have a link. I just failed to acknowledge it.<br/><br/>He laughed and sat by me. "I had to look good for to tonight, Cyrus. I did make the biggest kill. With help from you of course. But still." He took a pause to gesture out to the whole brigade, enjoying themselves. "You refuse to celebrate with them." He looked over at me his blue eyes a bit pleading. I could only stare back into them, feeling myself frown. Odd, I thought. I had no problem with being alone. Or did I?<br/><br/>I shook my head. "I will celebrate with you, Master. That is enough, isn't it?"<br/><br/>He smiled and took a drink from a wandering drone, shrugging and letting out a sigh. "I guess it is. I jus wish you would get out more. We're a team."<br/><br/>"You and I are a team. That is all I need." I responded.<br/><br/>He sighed yet again, not responding his time and just staring out into the crowd. Some of his fellow hunters winked at them. Girls at that. I felt a small twinge. Was it jealousy? Anger? No. I didn't have those kind of feelings. Kill. That's all I knew of would allow myself to know.