"I am the rightful heir to the throne," Alexander said. "Your father is now dead. In response to news of such a tragedy, you do not mourn him, you do not comfort your sire line. You instead seek to expropriate my position with this..." Alex gestured at Ryan's guard's attempt at intimidation.
Ryan blew a bubble with his gum, a bright pink bubble, that expanded out six inches before snapping. He picked the bits off his nose with a manic grin. "Who do I need to intimidate? You? Those freaks that you and your father have turned? Your father had spent centuries turning people, poets, painters, photographers." He then gestured at a large man with tattoos of barbed wire circling his bald neck and head. "This big bastard here was a powerlifting champion before I made him part of my sire line. Now
