Mordred and Sabre
Mordred studied a diagram of a human being carefully, memorising the location of the heart. His fingers curled around a wooden stake.
Dru needed to be taught.
She had to know that there were a few things you didn't mess with. She had to know to keep her family under control, or there would be retribution. Vortigern's paintings were one of those things that were off limits. Actually, she needed to learn that the Mavericks were off limits at all times.
This was long overdue.
With a thought, the young teen teleported to Drusilla's mansion.
Sabre sat up startled as Mordred, eyes cold, plunged a stake first through one minion's heart, then anothers.
The dust drifted to the floor.
"If either of those two little brats turn up at the mansion again, I will stake them," Mordred told him icily.
"I didn't stake them this time, but next time..."
"I understand. What happened?"
"They ruined one of Vortigern's paintings. They have been a nuisance and a thorn in our sides. This ends, or I will turn them to dust. Don't mess with me or mine."
Mordred disappeared and Sabre rubbed his chin thoughtfully.