Vader tried calming himself, but the more and more the man went on about what exactly these vampires did, the madder he got. It wasn't necessarily out of sympathy for the victims, but instead of out right doing what he needed to do with them, he chained them up, had them under control like slaves. Vader hated slavery, it was the one thing that he wouldn't shake from Skywalker. His fist clenched tightly as he tried to keep his breathing under control listening to the man's explanation. He wanted blood, a lot of it. He didn't know how quickly he was about to get his wish.

When Gregori pulled out the map and was beginning to give up a location of where he believed to be the lair or current hideout for this vampire and his people, a loud scream was heard. Vader's head jerked in the direction of the door. From the sound of it, it seemed to come from up in the  upper levels of the manor. Vader angrily searched the force quickly or a disturbance, Savannah felt weak, and the panther was disturbed. Vader gritted his teeth behind the mask, before storming out of the office, and making his way up to the bedroom. Other workers who were worried and concerned quickly made their way up to the room as well, but they gave Vader a wide birth. Even if they may have been able to get up there first, they knew better than to rush in front of him at this very moment. Not only was it because he was a very capable warrior in his own right, but because he was emanating a lot of anger through the force. The killing intent rolling off of him was strong, and only got stronger once he arrived at the room and saw what he saw.

There was blood leaking from Savannah's neck and she felt even weaker through their connection than before. Vader clenched both fists very tightly now, he was sure he was leaving marks in the palm of his hand. He approached the bedside and noticed the maid standing next to the bed. He could fear the worry and the confusion coming off of her. Vader was not in the mood to be reasonable to these people. It was Savannah's way to keep these people safe, to protect them, to forgive them. Their safety was the most important thing to her. Vader felt differently. Maybe it was his fault, maybe he should've been more prepared, maybe he should've have planned against this from happening. He wasn't Skywalker, he was supposed to be stronger and smarter than this.

He turned menacingly to the woman, the maid who found Savannah like this. He glowered at her from behind the mask, she couldn't see the angry look on his face, but oh he was sure she could feel it. He used all the willpower he had to not choke her with the force on the spot. He was tired of holding himself back, but he needed an explanation as to what exactly happened beyond the obvious. He decided to stop holding back.

Vader raised his arm and began to and made a pinching motion with his index, and middle fingers along with his thumb. The woman next to him began to levitate and grasp at her neck, making gasping and choking noises. It felt good to release some of this pent up frustration, he had to fight from giving into it and completely snapping the woman's neck. He clenched his teeth to stop that from happening. 

"What happened here?" Vader asked through gritted teeth, keeping the pressure on the woman's throat enough to make her feel the discomfort from being choked, but loose enough so she could speak.

Vader could feel her fear, feel her pain at trying to drink in as much air as she possibly could, her desperation. He wanted more of it, he wanted to make her hurt as much as much as he did, everyday. He wanted to make them all hurt, but something was holding him back, causing him to see reason. He blamed Skywalker, working even from beyond the depths of the soul Vader had buried him in. Vader could hear the distant shouts of the other warriors, guards, and workers. Asking him to let the woman go, demanding him to do so. All at the same time, it was nothing but an annoyance. Vader was seeing nothing but mostly red, he didn't care what anyone had to say. It'd be so easy to snap the woman's neck, he'd feel better too. All he had to do was squeeze his fist and will it to happen, just like he had in training so many times before. He didn't do it, instead he released the hold entirely. The woman fell to the floor crumpling to her knees gasping in as much air as she could.

Workers, and warriors alike gather around the woman to check on her, and Vader just stood there watching her. Gregori was checking on Savannah, Vader knew deep in his conscience that she'd hopefully be okay in his hands. He was still extremely angry, but he knew what he must do. As much as he'd like to stand and make sure no more harm would come to Savannah, he was at the point where playing defense wouldn't cut it any longer. No, he'd go on the offensive. Gregori pointed where he believed the damn person causing was hanging about. Vader made his way down to office, picking up the map where Gregori had dropped it when they rushed out. He tucked it away in a compartment on his belt.

He then quickly exited the room, and made his way down to the basement. In an abandon storage room where there was a chest on it that appeared to be locked, Vader removed the lock and opened the chest. Here lied his weapon, ready and waiting. It had been tested in practice but never field tested until this very moment. He removed the normal sword from his waist and held it in one hand while reaching into the chest with his other. He pulled out the weapon and held it with a sense of familiarity. It called to him, and it was now the moment to use it. Going up against unknown forces, a warrior should use the weapon he's most acquainted with. Yes, this was what he needed. He placed down his reliable alternative, his sword, into the chest and closed it, placing the lock back on it to make it appear locked. Vader looked at the weapon he removed from the chest, and hit a button on the side. It made a noise, and then the familiar light and humming sound hit both his eyes and ears from behind the mask. If he could smile, he would be, if he could chuckle, he would've. He gave a few quick, safe, practice swings, before collapsing in and clipping it to his waist.

He remembered what he had to do, why he had to do it. The scene of Savannah lying in the bed, seemingly weak, and obviously bleeding from the neck returned to his vision in his mind's eye. These vampires were bold, just like these hunters were bold. This kingdom, was seeming weaker and weaker. He was seeming weaker and weaker. People needed to answer for their slights, their slights against him. He didn't want love, Skywalker was loved, Skywalker was respected. Skywalker was also dead. No, he wanted something else, he wanted fear. With that in mind Vader made his way to exit the manor, not looking back, he had work to do and he shouldn't be enjoying or thinking about other things until it was done. He made his way to where Gregori showed him on the map. These things, these people would pay, and it wouldn't be Anakin Skywalker they answered to. No, it would be Vader, in all his rage and glory.

Gregori rushed to the side of Savannah as he sliced his wrist and gathered her up in his arms, placing the wound over her mouth "Feed my queen now, you must survive for your lil ones. Vader needs you, Noel and Raven needs you." he growls as she worked her mouth to take as much blood into her. 

As Gregori healed the wound, Savannah slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Searching for her love Vader, a hand going to her stomach as she began to panic not seeing him in the room "Where is he, Gregori? What the fuck happened and why do i feel so weak"  licking the wound closed and pushes away from him.  She saw the girl upon the floor clutching at her throat and frowns, before seeing the worry in the warriors eyes.

"Lord Vader has gone after Alexander, who did this to you, but we have no idea how he got into the room " She shook her head as she tried to remember the dream.