I found Sylvester throwing up blood over the banister.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. He looked at me, very pale, which is no mean feat when you're a vampire and technically already dead.
"Jay wants us to make more vampires. I can't do it, I can't!" I could see from his expression that this was from previous (bad) experience. I knew how he felt, but I also felt angry and shocked. How could he even think of doing that, never mind suggest it. And why? I knew Jay was no sadist.
I burst into the room at the supernatural speed I disliked using.
"What's this about making more vampires?" I asked, my green eyes narrowed and my lip curled back. I didn't mean to, it was a Council reflex. If you challenged someone there, it wasn't win or lose. It was live or die. And not necessary here. Even so, I made no attempt to regain my normal expression. Static crackled around my body, which I couldn't do anything about, it was like when a human sweats. Asha tensed, as if I had suddenly turned hostile. I suppose I must have looked it, but in truth I was just very, very angry.