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}╫{ --- “I have a feeling this isn’t a social call..”
Horst appeared as relaxed as ever, but he could already smell the other- even if he could not see him yet: blood and sweat and death. He turned in place, keeping his hands in his pockets lest the interloper notice how sharp his fingernails had become.
Blue eyes scanned the darkness; vampiric senses alert for any sign of movement.
“Any chance you’d be willing to come out where I can see you?”











