Cells

Titus had been a construction worker, possibly an architect in his former life, which had run out about a hundred years ago from what Asteria knew. She saw him speaking to another wiry Vampire with short, curly black hair. As soon as Titus saw her coming, he turned, removed his hard hat, and held it in his work gloves in front of her. She’d thought it funny that he insisted on such protection when nothing could hurt him anymore but knew firsthand that old habits often die hard, miserable deaths.

“Your Majesties,” Titus said, dropping his head and bowing as they approached. “I hope our work is to your liking.”

Asteria looked around and then smiled at the stubby bald man who possibly came up to her chin in his usual form when he wasn’t stretching to become taller. “It’s lovely,” she assured him, though she had no idea what she was looking at. The rooms down here had been used to restrain new patients back in the day w