Deep in the recesses of an abandoned mine in the norther sector of Mal'Tara, Roman sat of one of the plush chairs that was raised slightly on a dais, one leg draped lazily over the side as his latest pet sat on his lap, attempting to please the bored lord. His mind was elsewhere though, barely noticing the clumsy attempts of the pathetic human woman who wanted his attention. Things were quiet, much too quiet for his liking. For the past one hundred years he and his brethren spent their time continuously tugging on the rope of power in their tug of war with Venator, neither side gaining any real purchase. This didn't sit well with the vampire lord, feeling the slight sting of failure settling in. He had not worked this long or hard to merely settle with an abandoned mine and a tattered chair for his throne. No, he wanted it all, and he was growing restless with the petty skirmishes. This fight had been going on for far too long, it was time to see an outcome, a final winner in this delicate balance for power. Something needed to happen, and as loathe as Roman was to bring this battle to the surface, he did not think that he was going to be able to avoid it. It was going to be more difficult now, humans knew of their presence, fearing to go into the dark alleys without a light in their fragile hands. They were pathetic creatures, no better to be used for food unless they could prove themselves useful, such as for playmates and even slaves. But Roman was no fool. Humans vastly outnumbered his vampire kin, and of they so choose, they could eradicate his clan without a second thought. Thankfully, Roman had laid low and tried to keep his family out of the humans eyes, even having killings be done in the south to draw eyes there and away from him. Today though, his mood was not going to be improved, and he finally turned his attention to the young woman in his lap, his dark eyes focusing on her. She was pretty as most humans went, and shapely enough. His eyes seemed to study her intently, noting the faint flush on her cheeks, the way her pulse beat on the side of her neck. Her breathing was heavy to his ears, her chest rising and falling rapidly and drawing his attention to her breasts, supple and full beneath the cloth that hide them. It wasn't enough to save her. His hands came up and framed her face gently, his eyes meeting hers and she seemed to lean into his touch. He rubbed his thumbs gently over her cheekbones, a caring gesture before he twisted his hands sharply. Snap. The sound of her neck breaking filled his ears as he watched the light fade from her eyes, then tossing her onto the floor near his chair. Beckoning to a nearby vampire, he sat up straighter in his chair, his face hardening. "Use her blood to fill the wineglasses,"he said coldly, dismissing him to his task and beckoning to another who was watching the scene as well. "Go and gather the brethren, we have work to do." He then sat back in his chair, waiting until the rest of his family arrived, taking the wineglass that was offered to him full of the young woman's warm blood. He raised the wine glass to his lips and took a sip, then hot liquid running down his throat and strengthening him, his lips stained red. Yes, they had much to do this night.