Kuri entered the alleyway carefully. There was no one there. She motioned for Darren to follow.
He got very close, very fast—and stopped.
"I-I can't do it." Darren stammered, looking ashamed. "Not to you."
"I won't allow you to do it to a stranger." Kuri said sharply. "My blood is yours Darren."
The words compelled him to act. Darren lunged, and bit her arm, taking some of her blood. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard a low moan.
She was...enjoying this.
He stopped reluctantly. Though Darren was full, he wanted to please her.
Suddenly a shock of red hair mixed with orange passed them.
Kuri snapped to attention. "Was that—"
"Reiko and Mr Crepsley."
"What are they doing?"
"Don't know." Darren said. "But I am going to find out."
They returned swiftly and silently to the hotel
Kuri switched on the TV. She didn't have a vision, but she was very clairvoyant and sensitive about these things.
"Aha!" Kuri said.
Darren sat next to her looking at the TV in shock.
"..Several bodies were discovered in an abandoned building by police, all of them seemingly victims of a serial killer or sacrificial cult. All of the bodies found shared the same bizarre wounds and conditions."
"Could you explain once again what those conditions were?" The anchorman asked.
The reporter nodded and cleared her throat. "The victims, who appeared to be drained of their blood, all have slit throats. The blood was possibly sucked or pumped dry, but only the police can answer that."
"Or the murderer.." Darren whispered.
"So what we saw last night was..." Kuri whispered. "Damn..."
xxx
Deep in the sewers of the unknown town, a vampyre with red markings feasted on her latest victim, and then, under her mistress' orders, she dragged the body to the marked location in the town, using her plant affinity to grow herbs that mimicked the scent of Murlough.
The vampire will kill the vampaneze, and the War of the Scars will begin.
Reiko licked the blood from her hands, and heard a sudden sound.
A blonde lock of hair skittered past her vision as she ran, faster than any vampire could flit, through the maze of sewers.
"Don't do this!" shouted Larten. "You don't have to listen to her anymore!"
Please, he pleaded in his mind. Choose me!