Small Talk between very old Friends

Vanessa and Anais stood on the roof and watched as a huge shadow just disappeared behind a wall.

"The guy scares me" Anais admitted bluntly and was amazed when she heard Vanessa say.

"Anything else would be very stupid. Did you kill anybody in here?"

"No. When I arrived everything was already over. I didn't hear a single shot or scream. He must have defeated them before they even realized what was happening. Who is this guy?"

"Rumor has it he's been Lord Ventrue's bodyguard since ancient times. But I can't tell you if he is a child of him or not. Nobody knows exactly which clan he belongs to because he has different powers in every story. Surely I can only tell you that he is the executioner of Ventrue."

"Executioner?" Anais asked uncertainly.

"Lord Ventrue is the voice of the king... And his bodyguard is his sword. They say there was another of the old clans once, but they resisted the king and Lord Ventrue judged them. No one survived."

"So he killed some vampires?" Anais asked unimpressed.

As she rolled her eyes, Vanessa answers. "This happened in Pompeij" with these words she went back to the opera house.

"But... I thought it was a volcano?" Anais asked, surprised, without getting an answer.

Back inside the opera house.

"Sir! May I introduce myself? I am..."

"Uninteresting," Ventrue fell right into his mouth and looked at the young man who had just interfered extremely rudely in his conversation. "If you haven't noticed yet, young man, I'm talking to my oldest friend and I'm not interested in your little ridiculous and completely pointless games at all!" he said and raised a brow when the man was still standing there. But as always, Jason jumped to his side.

"You always express yourself so formally... I'm afraid he doesn't understand that. What my old friend actually wanted to say is... Get out of the fucking way or you'll see me get angry. But since we keep to the old laws and this is neutral territory, I will come to Venice right after this meeting to remind you of your disrespectful behavior." Grinned Jason broadly.

The young man understood this more direct threat immediately and after a slight bow he hastily left.

"You are way too gentle" Jason laughed and Ventrue shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe so. I wonder when they ever realize I'm not part of the game anymore."

"You are the voice of Dracula. You may not be part of the game anymore, that may be true, but you're more of a goal now. And now that you are his voice, they are courting your favor." Jason smiled in a good mood.

"How does it look with you? What is your goal here in your old lands? I heard you hunted the Nosferatu for what they did here in World War II" Ventrue smiled curiously. But Jason knew that his old friend didn't need to ask such questions.

"Was like that. But I lost the traces of the sewer rats in Russia. I also have something to do here."

"This has nothing to do with a fish stick on two legs?" grinned Jason.

"Indirectly yes." Jason admitted and looked around, only to change into an old dialect of the Egyptians, from which he assumed that none of the people present here would understand him.

As soon as he had spoken what was only for Ventrue ears he smiled and nodded calmly.

"I will not pursue the matter any further. But I'm afraid you're a little too conspicuous." He smiled in a good mood. "Your former experiment seems to have made a connection between Vanessa, Anais and you. So please excuse me. But I don't feel like getting involved in foreign affairs that make my work hard. Will we see each other again in 71 years," he asked.

"You mean at the Sphinx? Sure. After all, it will then be our round birthday. I've been waiting for it for 900 years. Is funny every time again. Do you think some of the others will also appear?

"I'm not afraid. There aren't many of our generation left and the few that still exist are tired of life or a little ... funny! grinned Ventrue and then mingled with the audience again. But he stopped for a moment and grinned. "By the way, look up to podium 3."

Warned by Ventrue Jason looked in the given direction and saw the woman standing up there. He recognized the heroine of the Ukraine immediately and noticed her look immediately. She had it in her eye. He gave her a short salute and then also left to go inside the opera.

I could like the little one! he grinned broadly