He knew he had scared him but he needed to forewarn him of things to come. Donovan was a vampire but he had a heart of compassion and felt a great deal of sympathy for Armani. He hoped he could persuade Armani to crossover of his own free will. God forbid, Victor become involved. Victor, the Master of the Dark Ones was not a vampire to reckon with and his presence cast an evil aura. Victor, strong and mighty at 491 years old believed in being a vigilante, but he also had a thirst for blood from innocent people. Victor had a heart of stone and Donovan feared that in time what little spark of love left in Victor’s heart would vanish forever. Donovan remembered sitting at Victor’s home after he crossed over as Victor told him of his tortured life, his need for revenge and the reason for creating The Dark One’s. “Sit down, son,” Victor said, pointing to a high backed black chair. Donovan sat and looked at Victor’s living room. What a dark dreary place. The walls were painted black, all the furniture a shade of black.
