The story continues. Franks return to the doctor's office leads to an episode.
All things were falling into plan. Planned perfection. What more could the devious, well-rounded Lucius desire? More. Always more. The doctor enjoyed success. Like all of the male persuasion, and of course, add the vampiric nature: power. Power that went beyond the normal of any, previous man, but that of new reward, and destination.
Things were on the up and up. In the light of things, Lucius sat back against his high-backed ‘masters’ chair, and mused. How uneventful! Plans were made to be broken, and yet, nothing had really challenged his creativity, so much as to make him pervert the outlines, and cause of new plans to be devised.
New thoughts developed into the psychologist’s mind. Thoughts of who could be provoked enough to display a sort of intelligence, or wit to challenge his experiments on humanity, as well as the vampiric kind in suit. Yes, all the blue prints held a map, or diversion-but if one looked, really looked into things–They would always lead to the unknown, and up-coming prince.
Grinning, Lucius cupped his chin, staring out into the nothingness that provided a place for his imagination to brew scenes to be played out. Ever creating ways out of any given situation, as well as how to brew enough trouble to be considered a chaotic genius. One to be caught, if one ever got around to finding enough damning evidence. No one knew him that mattered. Only patients that could be easily manipulated, and of course, his beloved friend Madelyn. She would never betray him. No cause to betray her either. The most valuable of powerful allies, lay within his grasp. And he planned to make her that much more powerful.
Consumed within his genius, the doctor continued to plot alone, within his own self-made prison.
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“You will let me in. The doctor is expecting me.” Frank had returned, ready to deliver his accomplishments. Unable to accept the fact that the good doctor would wish to be left out. He didn’t believe, or know that the doctor already knew. Connective things bound Frank to the doctor. All thoughts were easily read, and easily devoured tool to the psychologist.
“You are mistaken, he isn’t expecting anyone right now.”Replied a softly spoken, yet highly assertive secretary. One of the female persuasions allowed to work within the ‘office’.
“Try again. I’m Frank. He is expecting me damn it!”expecting the woman to know his name, and to rethink the situation. She seemed virtually unaffected, and this perturbed, and angered Frank.
“I don’t care who you are, the doctor said that he wasn’t to be disturbed until after seven thirty.”
He began to pace in front of the woman’s desk, shaking his head, trying to speak. Scoffs, huffs and stomping of feet. He hated to be refused, hated to be told that he was unimportant, especially to the doctor. This woman gave off that impression, and he could not accept that he was a nobody, and would be denied. “No, I think you will let me to see him. The doctor wants, no needs to see me.”
The secretary began to eye the security button wearily. “Sir, if you don’t leave, I’m going to have to call for security. I told you, he is not expecting you, and will not be disturbed right now. Come back later.”
Frank stopped the reactive pacing, turning to view the plan woman, eyeing her facial expressions, reading into her person. Nostrils flared, sucking in the very scent that made his lips twitch, forming into a rather sadistic grin. “Am I frightening to you, uh,” His eyes detached from the woman briefly to notice the wooden sign, with her name adoring its surface. “Lisa Brown?”
Lisa began to tremble, exposing the obvious, without actually answering him. “You poor girl.” Frank said, moving to get two steps closer toward her desk. Impulsively, she pushed the button.
Two and a half minutes later, Lisa Brown lay in a pool of her own blood and Frank was no where to be found. No one would go searching for the killer, but the doctor would be disturbed from his thoughts, to relocate himself down to his laboratory. Frankie needed to be sedated. This wonderful breakthrough, made Lucius smile. Confidence was such a beautiful thing, but now Frank was loose, and needed to be contained before nine p.m..
Lucius couldn’t be happier, as he hadn’t planned on Frank flipping out this evening, or allowing him enough time to stir things up. Having the utmost confidence in Frank– He knew he would be easy to find, and easy to control, though, in his angered state, there was a chance for him to give things away, without remembering much loyalty. This made him a small threat to the plan. Frank would be dealt with.
The blood hunt commenced within thirty-five minutes of Frank’s episode.
Valiant escapades, wicked battles, and heart wrenching loss await readers in this fourth installment of the bestselling Dragoneer Saga. Hold onto your dragon!
