He walked into the living room where his entire coven was waiting for him. He’d contacted them all telepathically and told them he wanted to meet with them. They sat in their favorite spots on chairs and sofas. He took his seat in his favorite leather chair and began to tell them all of what he’d learn that evening. “So this vampire is able to fly, does that make him as old as you?” Christopher asked. This was all very new to him; he’d been turned into a vampire almost two years ago, and hadn’t had much experience dealing with other covens. “Not exactly. Xavier can fly as well, but he’s nowhere near my age. For instance, Gary is older than you, but you’re much stronger. However, I’m not willing to disregard that this vampire may be as old as I am.” Darian crossed one long leg over the other. “Three dead bodies, and one of them was a shifter. Do you think it’s a message to us, or a sick idea of a good time?” Xavier asked. Darian opened his mouth to speak when his cell phone started ringing.
