Anton Orlock turned his eyes to Caius then.
"How do you know that name?" He asked.
Caius's mouth fell open and something was starting to dawn on him which was why a smile was now playing on his lips.
"She's my creator," he said, "Surely, you knew that,"
Alas, it was clear that Anton had in fact, not known that.
His eyes bugged out even more now.
He had done so many experiments with Vampire Blood, which enhanced his strength to near-unfathomable levels. He didn't fear the 'vengeance' of any Royal that would come after him for stealing their Spawn. He knew them all. Knew what made them tick. Knew their strengths and weaknesses.
It was part of the benefits he had enjoyed from all the dealings he prided himself on doing with any Vampire worth knowing. He was confident he'd be able to at least fight any Royal to a standstill or find an 'amicable' exchange to keep the peace.
