Vincent And Rody Dead Plate 소설 & 이야기

"One of the kitchen hands was killed last night, and we need someone on drinks until Vincent is finished with Thirteen." It takes me a couple of seconds to unpack her sentence. An Unfortunate was killed. Vince has Thirteen. "What would Vince want with Thirteen?" Portia grimaces, and the pieces fall into place. Oh. Rocks settle in the pit of my stomach as I imagine Thirteen in the clutches of someone like Vincent Sario. He gets off on inflicting pain, degradation, and humiliation. That poor girl... Portia strolls to the side of the bed and picks my tunic up off the floor.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

I almost gritted. “Sir.” His voice stopped me. “It’s too late.” I went still. “What do you mean too late?” “Before we could begin questioning him he…“ Vincent paused. “He’s dead, sir. Took his own life in the holding room before anyone got to him.” Sir,” Vincent added carefully. “Whoever arranged this, they knew we had him within the hour.” Fuck. I muttered a low curse.

It made me feel all the more gloomy and uncomfortable. My palms turned sweaty as I realized that only a few minutes were left. Vincent was brought to the raid platform where he would be killed by putting a wooden stake to his heart. He was a vampire, so that was a fair way to end his life. Ray made the announcement before the others. Everyone was waiting to see him get punished, except me.

His eyes darted between the plates, and each slab of flesh moved like it was breathing. Then— One-piece rose. Not by a hand. Not by air. It lifted itself, twisting towards Camela. She stumbled back, gripping her throat and crying out, “No…no…” The meat hovered just in front of her lips, dripping and releasing an overwhelming scent that was thick and sweet, tending to make one think of blood. Vincent pounced forward, his hand glowing brightly as he swatted it away. The piece hissed against the floor like a live coal.

Time was up. “I’ll do it.” *** It was close to nine and Amber was back at the La Fire Club. Contrary to last night’s excitement, tonight, the place was filled with tension. Vincent Rodriguez, the tattooed man with the thick gold chain, was found dead not far away from the club in an abandoned alleyway.

his remaining pieces still remained as an animal. I pulled up his head and showed it to some vampires who were still struggling for their awry commander. "You commander... Cedino Smith...is dead today..."

After dealing with Severin, Cyrus casually finished off Graham as well. Graham was lucky. He was still unconscious when he died, so he felt no pain. Cyrus stored both bodies in his pocket dimension. He planned to dispose of them later. Blood still stained the floor. He took a mop from the bathroom and cleaned it up. Vincent still had not woken. Cyrus stared at him for a full minute. If he wanted to kill Vincent, now would be the perfect moment. Vincent would never even know it happened.

As the blood flowed, he solemnly repeated: "Blood to enter, blood to exit. My loyalty is yours." Timmy snorted. Midnight decided it was time for us to leave. Before I could process it, Vincent looked directly at me and winked. For some reason, I felt drawn to the violence overflowing from him. Then we heard gunshots. Jimmy’s body fell seconds later from the upper floor, landing on the hall floor atop Vincent’s uncle’s corpse. The impact reverberated through the room like a final verdict. Blood spread quickly, merging into a single crimson pool around the two dead bodies.

“I can’t reach them.” My jaw clenched so tightly I heard something crack. “What do you mean you can’t reach them?” His throat bobbed. “Both men were found dead.” The world snapped still. Vincent looked away. “Their bodies were discovered in some kind of hidden room in a boutique downtown. It looked like… like they were executed.” My breathing slowed to a dangerous rhythm. I had just lost one man before. And now, two more are dead. “How?” I whispered. Vincent lifted his gaze, dread thick in his eyes. “The bullets that killed them…” He swallowed hard. “…were marked with Lucien’s sigil.”