You held a seat on the great council. Your coven was of the strongest vampire clans in the region. It was currently the solstice ball, and your fellow councilman, and unspoken rival was present. He murmured amongst the elders and gave you sly glances. Eventually he approaches you.

“You’re looking rather murderous this evening.” He purrs, and you knew he was up to no good by the gleam in his eye.