Martin was laying down on a pile of large red velvet pillows stained with blood.
In the air hung a haze of blood, thick enough to be intoxicating to kindred.
Around him sat and laid his following, their eyes red and minds clouded.
In a trance Martin let his mind flow freely and wander trough the city.
He stared up at the night sky, gazing at the stars. But it weren't the stars you and I can see.
He saw the thousands of souls roaming Kilo Point. Some dim, some bright. Some alive, some undead, one.. neither.. Whatever it was it was in one of the two constellations in the mountains. The smaller one. It was a very bright constellation of blazing stars both alive and undead.. and one stranger.
Martin witnessed two bright undead lights rapidly move along with a cluster of dimmer ones, they moved for the large constellation on the other side of Kilo Point. A bright living star stood at the center, with a few shining stars around it and a swarm of dim ones surrounding that. 
"̢̀͡So soon the stars will collide. What a spectacle that will be."̸̶̴͠

A cloaked figure walked into the room carrying a barely conscious young girl in a yellow flower dress.
The cloak matched that of Martin's other followers. He carefully placed her down in front of him, her breath was shallow and pupils diluted.

"̢̀͡ What did you give her? "̸̶̴͠	Martin asked, disturbed from his trance.
“Morphine my Lord.” The man bowed but kept eye contact with Martin, as if expecting something.
Martin grinned and leaned forward to pick up the woman.
"̢̀͡ Is she an adult? Did she consent? "̸̶̴͠
“Yes and no my lord.” The man was still waiting.
Martin brought the girls neck up close.
“Uhm.. my Lord?” The vampire asked hesitantly.
"̢̀͡ Ah yes, I almost forgot. "̸̶̴͠

Martin reached out his hand, a tiny drop of his blood dripped from his index finger. The vampire desperately caught it with his tongue and then crashed on the ground next to another follower. He fell into a deep slumber with a wide smile on his face.

From the lowliest bastard fledgeling to the noblest pure-blood, there is nothing like feeding.
The feeling of your razor sharp teeth sinking into helpless flesh.
The moment that act is rewarded by the oncoming rush of crimson life, gushing out ready for harvest.
A sense of power and ecstasy fills your vampire mind and for a few seconds you become primal.
Many young vampires fear killing their victim by accident. Martin knew that the trick was to understand. Killing was the charitable option. He drank a single pint and nothing more, then licked the wound. The girl had fallen unconscious and lay as a rag-doll in Martin's hands, a beautiful doll.
He put her down on a sofa near the edge of the room. No security was necessary, there was no way of escaping this palace for her, and none of his following would dare touch her after Martin.
Martins mind was occupied with hers. The least he could do was give her pleasant dreams.