09-04-2013, 12:39 PM
The boy had barely waited for Vlad to tell him he could enter, which made Vlad's anger rise. The power with in always came quickly and easily while angry, Vlad had to keep his anger in check or at least make sure he didn't kill anyone else. He didn't mind letting it get hot when he was angry. He was the epitome of an American, born and raised in the United States. But the boy was family, to which Vlad had taken on grudgingly when his older sister Anna could handle the son she had raised. Vlad still laughs at the fact Anna thought he could do better with him. He was still a loser child. Still into girls and drugs. But to his mother, Peter was now a blossoming young man, who had decided it was in his best interest to stay with Uncle Vlad.
But this wasn't a social call, the boy was here and he was in trouble.
Vlad removed his feet from the desk and tapped the screen of his wallet on the desk in front of him. In very clear Russian Vlad said, "Read it!"
The boy brushed back his long hair and leaned over Vlad's desk as if he owned the place. He muttered to himself. Unfortunately the article was in English. He was insisting Peter use Russian at all times around the family. He was suppose to be learning things, this was his way of enforcing it.
The boy paled and Vlad snatched the wallet from his eyes. "Do better research boy. Or you'll be in the back washing dishes or worse yet I'll ship you back to your Mommy and Daddy." Peter's pallor deepened even more. Vlad resisted the urge to grapple with the power with in and teach the boy a lesson. He kept chanting in his mind, he's family. It was the only thing keeping this boy alive in Vlad's anger.
Peter stood up straight, the color of his skin had returned to normal and he glared at Vlad. "That isn't my fault." He spoke softly in English, he knew he was pushing his limits.
Vlad grasped the power and the boy was on his knees in an instant gasping for breath. Vlad walked around the desk and knelt down next to the boy. "It is your fault. I made it your fault. Do better or get out of here." Vlad stood up and let go of the glorious power. It was so hard to do. It filled him with such wonder and the things he could do with it. It must have been what a god felt like.
"Now get out of my sight!" Vlad turned his back on the boy and advanced towards his desk. By the time he had reached his chair Peter was gone and the door was slamming shut behind him. Vlad smiled. He did very much enjoy his job.
It was time to do the rounds now and make like a good host, it was by far the easiest part of the job, but Vlad hated to put on the fake face his patron's expected of him and his family. But it was his duty to his family and the business with in.
Vlad walked through the kitchen greeting everyone by name and offering some sort of conversation with each before entering the dinning room to mingle with his customers.
But this wasn't a social call, the boy was here and he was in trouble.
Vlad removed his feet from the desk and tapped the screen of his wallet on the desk in front of him. In very clear Russian Vlad said, "Read it!"
The boy brushed back his long hair and leaned over Vlad's desk as if he owned the place. He muttered to himself. Unfortunately the article was in English. He was insisting Peter use Russian at all times around the family. He was suppose to be learning things, this was his way of enforcing it.
The boy paled and Vlad snatched the wallet from his eyes. "Do better research boy. Or you'll be in the back washing dishes or worse yet I'll ship you back to your Mommy and Daddy." Peter's pallor deepened even more. Vlad resisted the urge to grapple with the power with in and teach the boy a lesson. He kept chanting in his mind, he's family. It was the only thing keeping this boy alive in Vlad's anger.
Peter stood up straight, the color of his skin had returned to normal and he glared at Vlad. "That isn't my fault." He spoke softly in English, he knew he was pushing his limits.
Vlad grasped the power and the boy was on his knees in an instant gasping for breath. Vlad walked around the desk and knelt down next to the boy. "It is your fault. I made it your fault. Do better or get out of here." Vlad stood up and let go of the glorious power. It was so hard to do. It filled him with such wonder and the things he could do with it. It must have been what a god felt like.
"Now get out of my sight!" Vlad turned his back on the boy and advanced towards his desk. By the time he had reached his chair Peter was gone and the door was slamming shut behind him. Vlad smiled. He did very much enjoy his job.
It was time to do the rounds now and make like a good host, it was by far the easiest part of the job, but Vlad hated to put on the fake face his patron's expected of him and his family. But it was his duty to his family and the business with in.
Vlad walked through the kitchen greeting everyone by name and offering some sort of conversation with each before entering the dinning room to mingle with his customers.