Vicki heard a voice â of course she did, she still didnât quite have a handle on her vampire senses, which was sort of driving her crazy â and turned around. Immediately her mouth fell open and she took a step back, fear visible in the stricken expression on her face. âStay the fuck away from me,â she snapped, âYou and your freaky brother or I swear to god I will go all Kill Bill on both of your asses.â Maybe not the most convincing threat coming from a petite girl who may as well have been cowering in fear, but Vicki would be damned if that stopped her from telling off the hot, but shady as hell Salvatore brothers.
At first, Silas was profoundly appalled by the way the brunette was speaking to him. He squinted his emerald eyes and angled his head just slightly. However, he let her go on. Perhaps she would divulge information and the warlock was not one to interrupt people while they spoke. Not because it was rude but because some people spoke too much and spilled the beans without really thinking. Freaky brother? And then it hit him. She was talking about his distant nephew, Damon. âCool it, Black Mamba.â Silas dismissed her threat with a wave of his hand. âYou and what army?â he taunted, whipping his head and scanning their surroundings before turning his attention back to her. âNow, refresh my mind and tell me what exactly did my freaky brother and I did to you. Weâve done so any horrifying things, itâs hard to keep track.â he smirked, a juxtaposition of the words that had come from his lips. âItâs kind of our thing.â
