From the depths of the shadows, he watches her little game with a deep amusement. She's beyond human, that much is easily surmised. Her heart beats strong in her chest and she moves like one with one foot in his realm.
The remaining lights along the corridor brighten just a bit and then dim again.
The breeze stills and for a moment, the whole world holds its breath.
A piece of shadow detaches from the wall, shadows clinging like cobwebs to the figure. Soot black and drifting across the floor towards her position, utterly silent, disappearing into another pool of darkness.
The air grows thick and dank. A hint of myrrh and decay catches in the back of the throat.
Mel frowns to herself in the darkness, the smell not being like anything she's encountered before - even vampires in Haddyn are counted with that thick metallic taint that gets into every urban environment in her century.
She watches the shadow moves, then moves herself, quickly and silent from one pool of darkness to the next, peering into the shadow.
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The remaining lights along the corridor brighten just a bit and then dim again.
A breeze stirs the air, bitter cold and bone dry.
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She glances each way down the corridor and then disappears. Against the ceiling in the darkest shadow, she waits to see if her instincts were right.
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A piece of shadow detaches from the wall, shadows clinging like cobwebs to the figure. Soot black and drifting across the floor towards her position, utterly silent, disappearing into another pool of darkness.
The air grows thick and dank. A hint of myrrh and decay catches in the back of the throat.
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She watches the shadow moves, then moves herself, quickly and silent from one pool of darkness to the next, peering into the shadow.
And when she stops, she's as a statue.
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