Assistance Required

“Here we are,” Hines said, bringing Asteria back to the moment. They were at the top of a long staircase, hidden by a turn in the stone wall. She followed him down, glad to hear the whimpers and cries of those they sought out. Nelo and Venette were known for their ability to keep reserva de sange, something Asteria rarely bothered with. It was easy enough for her to send someone else out to get a fresh victim for her if she grew thirsty. But having these vessels on hand at all times was attractive, and she decided she’d look in to that once she made it back to Melbourne.

An older man with stooped shoulders, along with a woman who appeared to be in her mid-to-late twenties with jet black hair were standing in one of the many prison cells quietly giving instruction to the two new recruits. She could tell them from the others because they were still dressed as prisoners. “You didn’t bother to get them any less conspicuous clothing?” A