Chapter 103

Camilla looked up as the man entered the room, smiling slightly as he approached. The heavy door clanged shut behind him, the insistent strobes and rainbowed lights of the club winking out, leaving only a dull reddish glow. She looked him over; tall and lean, well muscled like a dancer, his hair surrounding his face in dark waves. Her tongue clicked in her mouth and she smiled wider, her long teeth gleaming. He only smiles at this and drew closer, his own long teeth creasing his bottom lip. He reaches to grasp her.

She stands and fades into a chill mist as he draws close, and the room fills with a thousand whispered voices, a susurrus of sound, a thousand bloody pleasures promised.

He glances around, young yet in his talents and unable to follow, the red glow in the room deepens and the mist settles about his shoulders, a smell of grave dirt and lilies filling the air. The cold settles about his shoulders and he shudders as a cold, manicured hand settles on his shoulde