Time Jump- 4 days --------------------- Ashburn _________________ The past view days had passed in relative peace for Ashburn. He had developed four horns that curved around his head, sitting just at the end of his vision. He'd managed to skewer two pillows before finally figuring out how to sleep with them, much to his chagrin. He'd mostly passed the time just relaxing with Eric, and it was like a pleasant dream. Playing cards (from a massive deck so that Eric's big hands could hold the cards), watching tv, cuddling on the couch and even a few board games that Ash found in his bedroom. Though it could hardly be called "his" bedroom any more since Ash had practically moved into Eric's room, without invitation but somehow it just felt right. The worries about Eric's dad seemed distant and foreign, set aside from the time since they had first learned of the threat Mr. VonDurham _________________ The sun had already been long set when a cloaked shadow made its way up the steps of the hotel, sneering at the doorman as if looking at a worm. Soundlessly VonDurham seemed to glide across the floor and through the courtyard. He had been here before, it was a popular rest stop for demons of all stripes, and was owned by some very respectable vampires. The latter was the most important feature of the lavish hotel. The gentleman working the desk, obviously another vampire from his scent who sported a fire red haircut, did not even blink at the sight of a cloaked man. "I am looking for Eric VonDurham" He said in a cool voice, devoid of emotion. The desk clerk hit the keyboard a few times and provided the room number. Wordlessly he turned and left moving to the elevators, and then up to the proper floor. Once on the floor reserved for demons, brightly and cheerfully lit by abundant chandeliers and sconces, he pulled back the hood of his cloak to reveal his very human looking face. It was obvious he was a vampire to anyone who knew anything about demons. His chiseled face and beautiful curls strongly resembled those of his son, but unlike his kin he bore eyes of ice. His face bore the hard expression of a man suppressing rage and revile just below the surface. Reaching the room he stopped at the door, entering the code he had stolen from the mind of the man downstairs. There were advantages to being telepathic, and VonDurham had no moral issue with using his powers to his advantage. Though when he cast his mind to try and read those of the suite's occupants he found a firm wall of resistance. Taken aback he stood in the hall pondering this development. Even if his son was a telepathic demon there was no way his defenses could be so strong so early. It took less than a minute for the vampire to realize what it meant, as he uttered a hushed profanity in German. It meant Eric was a guardian, their minds were like fortresses except to those who had bonded with them. This is because their minds and their whole being revolved around protection, of themselves and their partner. A guardian's mind is like a two way radio with a private frequency, and hacking into the mind could take a great deal of time. Resigned to a fair fight VonDurham opened the door with a heave, slamming it into the wall, sending plaster and paint to the tiled entry floor.