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Zak sighed, looking out over the desert landscape. He knew he was in deep shit for leaving the park the way it was but he knew what his sire would do...and Marcus was far from the kind man he let others believe. It was a bit lonely out here. The manor was rarely used but it was still extremely clean. Only a few members on staff, not as many as the Abbey but the house in Hawaii was out of the question...too many memories. The only thing the vampire forgot was his art book...which added to his boredom. The sound of footsteps walkin across the roof forced another sigh from the vampire.

What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy watching the mountains grow?

I have a perfect plan. I need more than just you want him dead. I need you to either deliver him or tell me where to find him.

Zak stood and looked at the Irishmen, Do that and then we will talk.

The red eyes of the vampire flashed dangerously, forcing the Irishmen to back up and look around as black smoke swirl around his feet.