Chase tried not to grimace as it flashed before his eyes again – Dinah, telling him to go…the creatures…
“I don’t know who the hell you are,” he hissed at the vampire, his fingers tightening around the stake, “Or how the hell you know about the mansion, but if you don’t start talking soon I swear to God I’ll – “
“Visions, okay!” she practically yelled at him, her hands still up defensively, “I don’t know any more than you do! Less, probably!”
Eva stood and gently forced him to return to his seat.
“She’s telling the truth, Chase.” She sighed, crossing her legs as soon as she sat down again, “Now why don’t you? What happened at the mansion, Chase?”
There was no hiding from the sudden sharpness in her normally honeyed eyes.
Chase ran a hand over his face before speaking.
"Fine. It was after a hunt. One of the vampires had managed to trap me in the cellar of the mansion. I was there for days. One night, she freed me, told me to run. There were these...creatures. Some...some kind of animals, black, I couldn't tell...they killed her. Within seconds."
He avoided looking at Eva while he was speaking. Dinah was something of a sore subject, understandably, and he hadn't been particularly eager to discuss it with her. This was...something of a matter of bad timing.
"Black creatures?" one of the men asked, looking worried, "That can't be good."
"Have you gone back to investigate?" another asked.
"No. I'd need a squad of tanks before I could even consider it." Chase admitted, "I've seen a lot of sh*t in my day, but this..."
The room was uncomfortably quiet for a few moments, before the vampire stood up.
"I need to use the little girls' room, excuse me."
As she left, Chase remembered what he had wanted to ask.
"The information, sorry." he continued, "My little brother, Josh. He was...murdered. My only lead was Alexander, the Vulgari, but I haven't heard of a single sighting in weeks. Do any of you know where I could find him?"