It's July in London when you arrive, the warm air gives off a scent of the coming rain...and the easy prey. You emerge from the cruise ship walking the docks at night taking an alternative route to the rest of the passengers, you know your goal, you know what you're looking for, and a pleasure cruise isn't it.
You remember the artifact you found when chasing the men through the Iceland backwoods, what seemed to be a rather large stone puzzle piece, but for what is unknown. All that is was the last breath of the man before you snuffed them out, easily like a candlelight and the evening breeze. Your bags would be delivered to the residence at which you had contacted the month before, the five-star joint begrudgingly accepted the darkened room accommodations, for how long you would reside would be unknown.
You glide along the docks with wide strides, darkened dress with a slit riding up the thigh, high boots with an almost knifepoint heel and a small silver skull on the back of each heel. Your low cut dress placing your breasts on display to a wandering eye to catch attention as after all, trying to hide would make you the easiest to be found for those which you seek. Your strides slow as you take on a certain scent, old blood...not too far and you lick your red stained lips showing the fanged points in the moonlight, you don't delay much longer. You come across what seems to be a part of the city untouched by time since the 19th century as the bronze linings for the windows, gargoyles hanging above, and near gothic architecture still reigns, you've found the trail. As you walk further the sense of being watched becomes quite apparent, so you give the onlookers a little fun. You dash quickly into the left alley, sprinting up through the brick buildings only to leap onto a ledge. You hear footsteps clamor after you only causing you to giggle harder, a left, a right, two more leaps and you stop, not even winded and notice three cloaked men run passed your spot. You stifle a laugh knowing they never had a chance.
You turn around only to have your breathe stolen as an enormous clock tower faces you, but with a modern office center to the left. Something wasn't right. "You've made it past the guards I see" a voice coming from seemingly every direction. "In due time you'll find what you need, come...we have much to discuss." The clock tower doors open at the base. You notice your dress riding lower on your breasts as the chase created quite a stir, you shrug and continue onward.
The clock tower smells of incense and the marble covers every surface. A tall toned man comes around with two wine glasses filled with blood, his piercing green eyes and long fangs indicate he's been around far longer than you. "Take this, you must be famished." You wink and take the glass, though cautiously eyeing him up and down, he seems naive to it. His muscular chest showing pectoral cleavage from the top two unbuttoned notches in his white shirt, tucked into his tight black slacks leaving not much to the imagination beyond how that cock might find in your hands. All with oxford black shoes. An intelligently dressed man with mysterious motives, what an exciting evening this could turn out to be.
"We are in need of someone with your skill set. We noticed your tracking in Iceland though we were powerless to conduct what you did. We'd appreciate retaining the key." He holds out a hand almost asking for it back. You reply after finishing your glass "Not until you tell me what it's for." Shifting and smirking noticing his difficulty with eye contact. "That's...not yet a concern of yours...not yet." You quickly quip back while getting rather close to his face and staring at him through your eyelashes "Then...what might be a concern of mine?" You say running your hand over his shoulder and up towards his neck."
