“I am just offering you the chance if you ever tire of him.” Warren said as she walked out of the not knowing if he would hear him or not but still making clear that he would take her under his wing if she wanted. As he waited for her to come back he pulled out a second bowl and a silver knife. To some the silver knife would have been the last thing they would have expected a vampire to have but it was what he had been trained with when he was young and he would use it till he died.

Vincent heard her come in but made no reaction to her movements till she touched him. He had been thinking of what was going to happen if he did not find Lewis before the others killed him. If the kidnappers were also vampires he may have to face a challenge for power because he could not protect one of his own. It would be a messy business and he would have to keep her close to him, not that he mined it to much but she might not like it. He had a room in his main house she could stay in, and that might add credence to their story of being one person. But then she would be a virtual prisoner once the sun went down because he was out and about. No that might not be the best way to deal with it. He would talk to her after this was all over, if it was ever over.

But then there also was the chance that the kidnappers were human with magic that kept them from vampires. Mages had not been that common through most of his life but then if they were doing what the vampires had done then it would seem that there were so few of them even if their numbers were large. He would have to talk to Warren about that. Warren was still connected to some of the mages that were out there. Even though they found him to be unnatural they still talked to him hoping that they might get more secrets from him then they had.

Vincent moved slightly to let her know that he felt her when she touched him. “Warren sent me to come get you” her voice was gentle and soft. He opened his eye and looked up at her before she turned away. He had gotten so used to seeing himself in his partners that he had forgotten how unnerving it could be to keep seeing ones own face. And from what he remembered she looked more like him then any other had over the years.

“Does it unnerve you to see your face on a male body that is not your own?” he asked as he got up and fallowed her out the door to the next room. He had seen Warrens studio a few times but the work on the walls that he had done still took his breath away. Looking around he tried to find the new work, Warren could never leave his work alone as long as it stayed in his reach, and the walls were not going to go anywhere until he moved. Finely he turned to Warren and looked at him.

Warren was now dressed in robes of red with tiny threads of gold symbols stitched into it. His hair was pulled back and held away from his face with a lacey gold head cap that looked to be solid gold. He held the bowl and knife out to Vincent. “form now on not a word till we are done ok Blaire?” Warrens voice was soft, his eyes locked on Vincent. Vincent knew this rite well but had not done it in a long time. Taking the knife he slit his palm and let it bleed for a time into the bowl. When there seemed to be enough Warren nodded and Vincent pulled his hand back clasped to stop the bleeding. Then he stepped into the inner circle.

Warren dipped a paint brush into the blood and slowly, carefully painted over the symbols she had written for him in chalk. As each set was finished he whispered a word and the set lit up before fading all together. As the last set glowed Vincent let out a gasp and went ridged. His eyes staring but not at anything in the room.