This is how it begins.

Chaos.

He remembers the idea planted into his head by his mistress.

Obey.

Yes, that too.

And he didn't want to, but Cobain hardly had a choice in the matter. Of that Risque made sure of. He reawakened from death, with the scent of blood on the wind, he could taste it on his lips. The pale, dark midnight haired vampire boy with those distractingly ruby red eyes. They are so frighteningly haunting, the way they stand against his pale, near ivory skin. No matter how much Cobain may perhaps deny it, Risque had crafted Cobain to be exactly what she has needed, her influence upon her progeny was undeniable. She had made him for the sheer purpose of causing chaos and destruction, and Cobain has done so. Wrecking havoc upon his village and then descending upon wherever his mistress sent him next.

Now he sits there in this life and waits for a moment, any moment for when he can stop being a bitch to his master and can be what it is he is meant to be. A monster, a machine, a killer. To descend upon the world, the sick weak creatures that inhabit it - a world of sunlight and smiles. He had hated their life when he was a child and he hates them more now, when he is nothing but death and decay. He wants to tear them apart, silence their muffled screams and watch them bleed. They would fight back, but the different between them is that he has nothing to loose. He does not fear the sweet touch of death, this body of his is already dead, already falling apart at the seams.

Cobain, though young by vampire standards, has never created his own progeny. So many young vampires, fueled by blood and the new powers they possessed, they would create another, just as they were created, perhaps, wanting to have one to do their bidding, or maybe to change their mate so they would have eternity with each other. Cobain wanted neither of these things. Even later in life, he saw through all the errands Risque had him run, he saw how many vampires roamed this earth, confined to their shadows, parasites, leeches on the world. There were enough of them. No, there were far too many. Why had Risque even created him? It wasn't like she needed another loyal follower. Cobain could see from just Syn that she had plenty at her beck and call. Why had she added him to her collection?

He watches as Darcy approaches, and Cobain feels a familiar numbness take over him. This was business, Risque's orders that he could not refuse. Nothing else. Darcy could hate him all he wanted, be annoyed all he liked, but Cobain could not disobey the order of his mistress. The snort and bout of laughter falling upon nearly deaf ears. Darcy was just another thing he would have to deal with in his immortal existence. Perhaps it would be one day soon that Risque would decide to end his life and his servitude. Cobain will just hope the last face that he looks upon is not the face of Darcy.

Those red eyes. Heavy eyes. He stands very still, as Darcy comes to join him. His blood boils up in his veins as he stares out upon the dance floor of the idiots having flooded it. The ebony haired vampire turns to Darcy then. "Nothing," is all he grumbles out, those rubies for eyes rolling away from Darcy in that moment. He feels those fingers slip below his chin and Cobain lets his dead eyes catch Darcy's. "Not much of a gambler," he responds when the man releases him. He then lowers his voice, trying to keep the nosy vampires from hearing, but it seemed most of them had returned to their dancing and sins. "You know you cant hurt me," Cobain says. Perhaps the only benefit of being Risque's progeny and one he would hold over Darcy's head for as long as he could.

After Darcy gets a look at his cellphone, Cobain returns it to the safety of his pocket. The midnight haired teenager with skin as pale as a ghost responds. "I know you are," he says, and how true a statement it was. "And so am I," he says, perhaps the one thing the boys had in common, the unquenchable thirst. As Darcy moves off, Cobain follows, not having much choice in the matter. Cobain catches the door behind the older vampire and follows him outside into the cool night air. "It's nearby, on King Street, but we don't know what building," he says, the lack of knowing seeming not to phase the boy. There had never been a task that Cobain has not completed for Risque, and with Darcy tagging along, there was no doubt the job would be finished.

As they walk, the familiar sound of a clicking gun reaches the vampire teen's sensitive ears. As he tells him to walk, Cobain moves ahead. "Well, if you are too scared," he says, moving forward as they turn down King Street. THis is when he hears something coming from one of the abandoned buildings. Cobain looks back to Darcy, placing a finger up to his lips before pointing at the building. With any luck, they may have found exactly who they were looking for.