<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><br/>12:09 am<br/>Location: O'Shea Mansion | Parking Lot Outside of Sawyer’s Books</span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A faint, smooth feeling of disappointment trickled through Min Yu as Frederick so easily disregarded his suggestions and decided the course of the night according to his own wishes instead of his fledgling’s desire. Min Yu looked up at Frederick with dark, hard eyes as he took in his sire’s words. They were as rough and unyielding as the hold Frederick had on his arms. Min Yu’s sweet expression dropped with a grimace as he endured Frederick’s strength. It didn’t matter how quick and strong Min Yu had grown over the past five years. While he could give his sire trouble he still didn’t match up in the slightest to Frederick in regards to pure strength. He was still too young for that, which was one reason why Min Yu knew he couldn’t continue as they were now. If a real dominance claim for New Arklow ever sparked between them Min Yu knew Frederick would shred him into fine ribbons.<br/><br/>His mouth set into a thin line and all of the fake softness left Min Yu as Frederick directly called him out on his acting. No use to continue the ruse when Frederick wasn’t even going to try and play along with it. Another tightness took over the corner of his eyes as Frederick announced he would be spending the entire night with Sorcha and wouldn’t be returning home at all. His fingers twitched at his side and his eyes narrowed as he watched Frederick dismiss their conversation and leave the room.<br/><br/>Min Yu’s fangs sharpened in his mouth and he stood alone as he listened to Frederick walk down the hall and descend the stairs. A sharp feeling took over his gut. Despite all his bursts of independence, even his ventures to stay away from Frederick and attempts to claim places of his very own, the thought of being abandoned for someone – anyone else, bothered Min Yu to his core. He told himself it was just the last few drops of fledglinghood that he carried with him, the remaining instinctual part of himself that wanted all of Frederick’s love and attention. Those feelings weren’t even real, he tried to tell himself as he quickly stalked out of the room and made his way for the stairwell. As the front door slipped closed Min Yu dug his nails into the banister, the wood splintering underneath his fingers as he called down to his sire.<br/><br/>“Have fun with your whore!” he shouted, but the only audience to his outburst of emotion and jealousy was the silent and empty mansion. Min Yu stayed there for another moment, looking down to the floor below as he dropped his head. He hated Sorcha. He would have loved nothing more than rip into her neck and watch her bleed out. But Min Yu didn’t want to feed on her. He just wanted to see her dead blood splattered somewhere. It was a sick thought and even Min Yu knew it. Bloodlust was common among fledglings, but it was a blood lust born from hunger. It was just another sign of his abnormality and wrongness as a watcher that his instinct to hunt and kill were from a desire to hurt instead of to eat.<br/><br/>Min Yu pried his fingers off the banister and walked back into Frederick’s bedroom. Once it had been his too. His clothes and cameras and magazines spread out everywhere. But there wasn’t a trace of him there. It was just Frederick now, just like the rest of the house was all Frederick. Just like the entire city was Frederick, Frederick,<em>Frederick</em>. Everything belonged to his sire, even Min Yu himself. But tonight he was going to change that. Min Yu was going to make something that was his.<br/><br/>He wandered into the bedroom, dragging his nails across the wall and leaving jagged marks as he did. In the bathroom Min Yu stood in front of the sink and watched himself in the mirror. He lifted his chin up, looking at his youthful and delicate features. What had Frederick ever seen in him, when the man had first approached him and offered this life? Min Yu couldn’t figure it out. But what did it matter? The boy Frederick had wanted as his fledgling wasn’t who he had got. Min Yu didn’t know what had happened to that boy. Min Yu still saw him all the time. He was in the mirror and Min Yu had a photo album full of the boy and the boy’s family. It was carefully hidden away in his room.<br/><br/>Min Yu drew his thumb across his reflection and as he traced his mouth and eyes. Where had he gone? It was a good question, but there wasn’t any answer to it. He was still here, and that was the entire problem. He curled his fingers into a fist and smashed at the cold surface of the mirror until it groaned and cracked. His blood spotted into the sink, but it was only a few drops until the wound healed over and stopped bleeding. Min Yu’s lip curled and he took a deep breath as he went to find Frederick’s soap. He picked it up and hurled it into the mirror, completely shattering the glass. Room by room Mi Yu traveled and broke all the mirrors and anything else that he could see his reflection in.<br/><br/>When his work was done Min Yu washed his hand free of red and combed his hair. He pulled on his coat, expensive and dark and soft. His decision to break the mansion’s mirrors had made him late to the Ashwood and Collins meeting. It should have made him feel better to destroy so many things, but Min Yu didn’t feel anything. He just felt empty.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Well that was easy</em>, Min Yu thought as he stared at the bodies spread out around the parking lot. It had been as easy and as predictable as smashing all of Frederick's mirrors. He still didn’t fell anything. The Ashwood boys and girls and the Collins hadn't been happy to see him show up to observe the meeting. What with the reputation that Min Yu had for causing trouble he wasn’t surprised by their reaction. But he was Frederick's fledgling and he carried Frederick's privilege where ever he went. Nothing that occurred within New Arklow could be hidden from Frederick. If the watcher's fledgling wanted to stand on the sidelines and listen in on a meeting between criminals, they had to let him. It was he right. Telling Min Yu to get lost would be exactly like telling Frederick to get lost. So the little group of casually dressed hunters and the sharply dressed Collins men had glared and twisted their mouths with displeasure, but they had accepted Min Yu's cheerful encroaching.<br/><br/>It sure had been a boring meeting. Min Yu had been quick to make it more interesting. Before he had shown up the negotiations had been going fairly well. But then a little prod there, a little dirty secret reveled there; a few choice questions raised and - boom. Meeting was instantly more heated and loud and interesting. Min Yu had to admire himself. He was very good at the whole turning people against each other thing. It was the exact opposite of how good Frederick was at getting people to get along.<em>Sorta symbolic</em>, Min Yu mused as he walked over to the corpse of a Collin's vampire and began to go through his pockets. He whipped out the vampire's cellphone and used it to take some choice pictures of the surrounding carnage. Not everyone was dead yet. There was a hunter still bleeding out, knocked unconscious when they tried to run when the fray first started, and there were still two vampires kicking it. They were badly hurt though, all thanks to Min Yu, and trying to crawl away and hide to lick their wounds.<br/><br/>Min Yu would finish them off in a few moments and take some good pictures of it too. He hummed as he got a close up of a hunter whose throat had been quite brutally torn out. With the Collin’s cellphone he’d take pictures of the hunters and send them off as taunts to other human groups. With a hunter cellphone he’d take pictures of the vampires and send them as a nice insult to the rest of the Collins and  O’Callaghan family. Min Yu really did have it all planned out. This was going to be very fun. And it was going to be an entire mess for Frederick to smooth over and fix. A lot of people were going to be very, very upset by this.<br/><br/>Some shouting and the sounds of a new struggle drew Min Yu’s attention away from his work. He blinked and closed the cellphone as he took a body count of the corpses around him. Who in the world was still around to fight? Min Yu rushed over to the location of the struggle and hoisted a vampire off – a human? A human that hadn’t been at the meeting, Min Yu realized. The watery and distasteful smell of fresh human blood filled his nostrils as he threw the injured vampire off the human and sent the Collins lackey into the side of a car. The back of the vampire’s head hit the car’s side mirror with a sickening crack.<br/><br/>Min Yu looked down at the human with a curious expression. “Must suck to be you,” Min Yu said. He made no effort to comfort the young man. “You’re dying!”