“…the vast power of which can only be wielded by the oldest vampire on earth. It was probably created by the fog-beings.”
Somehow it would be the fog-beings. “You want to be a minion, don’t you?” She finds the floor extremely interesting. “Where did you hide it?”
“I didn’t…”
“When word about me came your way, you stole the belt and planned to do a deal with me directly.” I laughed. “I like it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Cunning, lies and deceit. They keep the world spinning, which means I always have the night to look forward to. Why didn’t you approach me before?”
“Magic is an exacting beast. The wording means that you had to be the older of at least two vampires.”