Silas slowly opened his eyes, a soft breeze caressing his face with the sun shining above him. He was no longer standing above his target in the dim basement but instead in what appeared to be a well kept back yard. In front of him was a fountain in the form of an enchanting mermaid, the water flowing from her parted lips. Behind the mermaid fountain was a mansion fitted with dark bricks with a modern style to it. It was at least two stories high with enough room on the top for an attic. If Silas had to guess where he was-

"What in the Great Mother's name do you think you're doing?" A scream echoed across the backyard, cutting off Silas's thought.

He immediately turns his head in the direction of the sound with narrowed eyes. The frantic voice came from around the corner so he followed it to find a female figure standing behind a big pile of bushes with her hands clasped to her mouth-eyes wide in a combination of horror and shock.

Moving closer to the scene, Silas could see that it was a slightly older woman, her skin still holding on to it's youthfulness with only the dark spots under her eyes making her appear older. However, it didn't take much of an observation for Silas to notice her familiar green eyes.

This must be Wallace's mother, Silas thought to himself while following the frightened woman's gaze to the ground. Meeting her gaze with an expression of indifference, was a young boy with the same matching pair of eyes. Which was very interesting considering the fact the boy's light hands and sleeves were covered in blood.

Silas frowned at the sight of the mutilated, deformed and feather plucked body of a bird laying in front of little Wallace. It was obvious that the young human ensured every second of the poor animal's final moments were nothing short but painful.

The strong metallic smell wavered under his nose causing Silas to glare at little Wallace but he knew it was pointless as the two humans in front of him continued on as if he wasn't there.

"I was just playing, mother."

"This, this is not playing!"

"Sure it is. I'm having fun with the birdy." Little Wallace digs his finger into the empty socket of the bird, blood gushing out of the wound and squirting onto the skin of his finger, adding a fresh coat of red.

"No, Wally- please you can't act like this-" Wallace's mother cried, falling to her knees while shaking her head. "Your father-"

"What about him? I'm sure he is too busy with those pretty vampires he likes to bring home to worry about me or you, mommy." Little Wallace said in a matter of fact tone, his young voice portraying an air of maturity not often found in children his age.

Though even Silas had to raise a brow upon hearing the boy's father getting called out by his own son. What an interesting family dynamic, the vampire thought as he watched Little Wallace stand up to tower over his own weeping mother. There wasn't a hint of sympathy or empathy on the boy's face as he continued speaking to his mother.

"But I guess it's easier for you to worry about me than to think about what father is doing in your bed right now."

There was nothing but the sound of crying echoing around the garden as his mother held herself, burying her face in her hands as her son stood in front of her, shaking his head at the sight. Behind him lay the dead bird and a bloody ground but there would be no justice, no punishment.

Silas could tell that this must have been Wallace beginning, him dabbling in his hobbies at an early age, a starting point. Started with torturing small animals and leveled up to torturing vampires.

If only there was someone to stop him earlier on but it was clear his mother didn't have it in her, already broken from the actions of his father and of course his father was out of the equation leaving Wallace to develop and hone his hobby. That was what he predicted anyway of what the rest of Wallace's memories would present him. Though he wished he could skip the memories. Even if they offered some insight into the soul of his target and his actions it doesn't change the fact that Wallace made the grave he lied in. However, there was no skipping of the important memories so Silas continues to watch the other memories.

However before Silas could finish his thoughts, his surroundings went dark again as he was transferred to the next memory.

The surrounding shifts and morphs into something new.

"It's not fair father, you play with them instead of spending time with your own wife and child. Surely it wouldn't be a problem if I wanted to play with them too."

Silas was now in a hallway fitted with fancy looking carpet and walls lined with elegant paintings. Beside him was a door that was open enough that the voices inside could be heard from the hallway.

"You almost killed her."

A masculine voice hissed out followed by a scoff.

"But I didn't, right? She still lives another day to warm your bed."

A familiar voice spoke back, unamused by the serious accusation.

Silas closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he listened to what he assumed was Wallace and his father. The vampire wasn't surprised that the human began breaking his father's toys. What better victims than the ones his father brought home?

"Don't get smart with me."

"Of course not, I would never dream of it."

Smack!

Silas didn't flinch or move a muscle at the sharp sound of impact coming from the room followed by a firm voice.

"Don't you dare pull another stunt like that again under my roof."

And without Silas having to open his eyes, he felt the space around him begin to distort as he was transferred to the next memory.

Light music filled Silas's ears followed by various chattering voices and footsteps. He opens his eyes to find himself in some sort of celebration or party. There were clumps of people scattered around the room, servers working their way to each group holding platters of finger food and glasses of wine. Silas didn't spot Wallace immediately but his ears twitched as he heard the same voice from the previous memory. He focused on the source, walking past the guests of the party until he found himself in the hallway outside the party room.

Of course, SIlas thought sarcastically as he caught sight of two figures leaning against each other under the darkness and isolation of the hallway.

Silas could easily see through the darkness, the person back first against the wall was dressed in the server uniform while the guy pressing against them was a young brunette man with unblinking green eyes. He was watching the server carefully as they let out soft sighs, his lips trailing kisses down their neck, his gaze focusing on the exposed fangs from their open lips.

The vampire observing frowned but was saved from having to witness anymore as the scene changed again. It was a good thing Silas didn't have motion sickness because his stomach certainly would've been hurting by how quick these memories were.

More like snapshots of the past than actual memories, Silas mused as the world around him settled again. He was now standing in a living room, a comfy luxurious couch in front of him. Two people sat on it, an older woman with greying hair(who Silas assumed to be his target's mother) and Wallace. On the tv, the local news was on- a woman with a pinched face and a bob spoke. Beside her was a picture of the vampire his target was making out with in the previous memory, smiling and out of their server uniform, wearing casual clothes-most likely taken by a friend or family member.

"Breaking news, last night a vampire was found unresponsive with their fangs ripped out-"

"Oh my, what dreadful news." Wallace's mother exclaimed, speaking over the tv as the reporter kept talking. "Please turn the channel sweetie."

"Yes ma'am."

Click.

In a blink of an eye, Silas's surroundings were gone once again. However this time, the vampire was not transferred to another memory. Instead, a voice echoed in his mind as he was surrounded by darkness.

"Enough."

Oh?

The corners of SIlas's lips went up into a smirk. Looks like his target has caught on to what he was doing or more specifically, it has finally realized there was an intruder.

Finally, Silas can get down to business.